Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection

a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air

see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed

I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be

which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad

WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night

The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch

looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane

the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by

Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39

Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union