Thoughts after Jim Jones massacre
crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
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
I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me