#409. published

October 20, 2010

picking
up a red leaf
maple and small
that the crisp wind
brought announcing
softly winter

#406. mainely in my mind

October 16, 2010

its so funny
how crisp autumn
leads to change
returns thought
to creation dreams
of the road

finding the path once more
my boots turn away from home
towards the forests of living trees
the dying many colored leaves and far hills
and the honey golden hound who stops and gazes
back with puzzled tilted head soft eyes saying lets go

tell me wind
do you dry the tears
shed thru injustice

answer me fire
does flame burn hope
locked in concrete

inform me water
does your song lift spirit
bound by steel

convince me earth
is dust the reward for life
lived in chains

speak to me wood
will creation not welcome
life home

green shoot
growing in the diamond
sand learning healing
dancing smoke
in the wind off the sea

#262. home brewed

May 14, 2010

fire roars
sound of hot
water banging
merrily against
a round steel kettle
the rustle of tiny golden
leaves sprinkled exactly
into the strainer a bouquet
silently and sweetly awakens
the air before the whistle calls
you into the kitchen to gather cups
and cookies to pour and steep our tea
in the beautiful japanese clay and bamboo
pot

gentle evening of our universe
murmurs home

#242. hearth

April 24, 2010

in the glisten of evening
my girls return my spirit
to the life that remains
mine to share

water slaps
earth groans
metal squeals
wood creaks
flame snaps

#234. Jin Xing

April 16, 2010

pure sheen
brave shine
reflecting
light gold silver
flame from earth
and the water
collects courage
gathering bamboo
in the autumn
decline

#233. Shui Xing

April 15, 2010

stormy
river runs grey
foam blue water
wearing shores
of stone and earth
down to sand and silt
passing from fear to calm

water at the bright surface is
the same as in the dark deep

#232. Huo Xing

April 14, 2010

fire
the gift
is sparking
the flame is
enough to warm
the blossoms tasting
the fragrance of creation
flickering in the light of life
laughing

#124. the timeless endless

December 27, 2009

ghosts
of old men and women
are never really old except
that a shadow is entire
stretching
from navel
to crown
from root
to creation
from timeless
to endless

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