the predawn sky is indigo
the eastern horizon a slash of deep persimmon
it is New Year
snow crunches as I walk inside the tractor tracks
I am on my way out to the barn
a dog has walked this way, I follow
his meandering paw prints.
I hear him barking in the distance,
perhaps he can hear me
walking his path through his furrowed fields
but his people won't let him out.
the sky is now fading to pastel
I stop at the barnyard to greet the black cattle;
their winter coats are thick, shiney with frost
as they crunch corncobs
the steam from their black, wet nostrils
dances in the air and dissappears
I now believe such breath
could keep a mangered baby warm
a bullock approaches me, our eyes lock
but when I move he prances backward
I now believe the body of a bull
does contain the power of the universe
now the western sky is crimson
reflecting an eastern sun not yet visable
the dog has been here too
his prints create a frozen dance of joy
I am now at a small pond
glazed with a sheer skin of ice
a dry wind whirls the steam rising from the pond
cat tails and thistles house a clan of cardinals
drops of scarlet sing from thistle branches
I follow the dog's path around the pond,
missing the puddles hidden beneath snow.
he is barking still
he'd rather be with me than where he is
back at the barnyard, the sun pops up
silhouetting black branches in the eastern field
the black beasts watch me
the cardinals call from the pond
my friend, the dog, waits
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Thursday, August 2, 2007
BEAR FANTASY AT YELLOWSTONE
it is thaw time
I am loopy, lightheaded
crawling out of my dark den
to roll in the scratchy bear grass
under blue sky and racing clouds
I smell water...and more
wind carries sweet fish smells
thirst and hunger
dance together within me
I will go where the silver fish swim
catch them in my sharp black claws
snap them in my bear jaws
and swallow, scales, bones, eggs and all
then, belly full
I will flop down on a warm rock
splashed by cold river water
until hungry again
GLACIER MOUNTAINS TALK
my valleys hold
oceans of air
for my winged ones to swim
my stone cliffs are for
laughing wind waves
to crash and splash upon
my caves are dark places
where worn out wind children nap
before going out to play
trees are my turrets
( windy wind whistlers )
listen to my music
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
A BRYCE CANYON MORNING
early, before the tourists,
we stopped at the red rock entrance
all ours, for a moment
a flash of darkness
whooshed in front of our car
a golden eagle, wide as the car
flapped down on the other side of the road
seized a brown rabbit
lifted up, rabbit and all, in front of us again
and was gone
what a way to start a day!
(except for the rabbit )
ON THE WAY TO THE ZUNI RESERVATION
(three haikus)
hot silence brooding
red mesas, blue cloudless skies
waiting just waiting
gray clouds thundering
rain slapping parched stone and sand
loosening, receiving
sunflowers spring up
soon heavy with sweet brown seeds
bending to red earth
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
REFLECTIONS AFTER ALBUQUERQUE
washing dishes
the sun reflects my round mirror pendant
lights my heartbeat on the wall
a little kitchen sun bouncing brightly
I cannot feel the beating of my heart
the wall does not feel it either
only reflects
until I turn away
MORNING SONG
all is still
the sky is moss gray outside my window
sliced only by barren winter branches
across the street
I am disheartened by a night of
tossing, fretting, somber dreams
the robin in the ponderosa pine
outside my window
chants his morning matins
loud and clear
calls with every feather
and hollow bone in his bird being
'it is time'
my spirit leaps out to him
tears spring behind my eyes
hope catches in my heart
I am ready now to begin this day
Amen
the sky is moss gray outside my window
sliced only by barren winter branches
across the street
I am disheartened by a night of
tossing, fretting, somber dreams
the robin in the ponderosa pine
outside my window
chants his morning matins
loud and clear
calls with every feather
and hollow bone in his bird being
'it is time'
my spirit leaps out to him
tears spring behind my eyes
hope catches in my heart
I am ready now to begin this day
Amen
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