Free Verse
grandmother
moon
grandmother moon
glimmers of rainbows
through the mist
way back ...
way back when
respect of the land
made us a nation
brought us good life
the walk was good
caring for the land
the Hopi spirit
making peace
with all living things
now ..new beginnings
promise of a rainbow
even in the moonshine
Tanka
lightning
smell of ozone..
the southern sky turns blue
streaking hairline fractures
purge the heavens...
glitter of
comet dust
rains down
and lights
the night
bukowski
belie the darkness
that made you strong
your eyes tell
the softness
of your soul
Free
Verse
I am not alone
I am not alone on my
mountain
with the wind whispering,
the rain singing back up, in syncopation
the gravel barks as I walk down the path
and the roses tell me how close to heaven I am.
I smell them all when the mist moves in
and brings their scent through every open window—
long trails of moss move so gently in the breeze
opening the flow of my mind as I write
and I am not alone
