The Crane

April 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

Like a wind silently sweeping by
it travels often unseen, rushing past
normalcy, stirring the forest air beneath
its wings, a blur of cobalt, and then nothing
remains, but it is still very clear, an imprint
in my mind, and I often search the skies, hoping
its silvery crescent shape will glide over me
carrying serenity with it, I can remember the words
spoken the last day it was seen
when that majestic bird, looking out of place
where it perched, perfectly centered under an arch
of trees, but among conifers, plain and green,
it’s exotic beak just didn’t belong
we stared and warmed and felt it,
hope floating from a tree branch far above
the present calm settling on our shoulders
as it lifted a leg and turned its head, taking flight
“Cranes are good luck, you know.”
That was all we needed to hear.


Song Bird

March 7, 2014 § Leave a comment

the sweetest
song of a single bird
was heard one day in passing
a distant toon cascading softly
a melody pouring into the ear
of a wanderer, who heard
the ups and downs
of a familiar hymn
a soul, perhaps lost, but still
walking, who caught the song
as it passed through the air
and smiled
as he sang

The Fort

March 3, 2014 § Leave a comment

Like time-worn puzzle pieces
the sticks fit together, wood that was meant
to be. They rested in a modest square,
shaped around a soft carpet
of leaves and dirt. We formed
a pointed roof, that didn’t keep away the rain
but let sunshine always warm
those inside. The structure remained
sturdy, resilient, calm. It seemed
to come alive at our presence
but rest in our absence. Its magic
was addicting and we returned
every summer until the rain and storms
slowly washed it away, along with those footprints,
that marched through the mud each summer
to find our treasured fort.


February 25, 2014 § 3 Comments

calming voices sing
praises that lift closed eyes
in abiding glee

a star falls gently
lifting ardent hands skyward
to catch fragile light

Snowflake Dance

February 24, 2014 § 1 Comment

a single snowflake drifting
who is it to stand
apart from millions
just another white blur
dancing the snowflake waltz
a tiny creation carried
by the wind
but maybe this one
icy crystal will fall
into the outstretched hand
of a child looking up in wonder
at the spiraling snowy dance
hoping to catch
some magic for himself
who is it to stand
apart from millions
but who is it not to


February 24, 2014 § 4 Comments

no matter how many times
the world shakes
or how many snaps
my camera takes
or how many skies
the storm quakes
or how many formations
the wind makes
or how many oceans
gravity breaks
or how many patterns
the condensation snakes
or how many landscapes
the sun awakes
I will never cease to be amazed
by the beauty that a cloud creates


February 20, 2014 § Leave a comment

the earth and its beauty,
its vastness, loom
before mankind, an immense mass
to explore, a giant future
to create, a brilliant life
to hurriedly find, atop a planet
of our creation
filled with beauty yet
to be discovered.


February 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

how can we be
so enraptured
with screens filled
of artificial light
when there is a mass,
resplendent and chaotic,
as beautiful
sincere and all-consuming
as nothing we’ve ever
seen, right outside
our window,
lighting up
our life.


February 5, 2014 § Leave a comment

paths of blue above
cloudy monuments shifting
change never ceases

Winter Leaf

February 5, 2014 § Leave a comment

downward from a home
above, somewhere far
to meet the glass
and spinning, the dance
of a lost soul, a spirit
freed, separated
from what it knew
as home, finally
the surface
gently, then aburptly
an inky circle, and another
ripples scattering
in perfect patterns,
every direction of silky glass
gently outward
from a small piece of nature
seperated from its home

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