Listen to the car air conditioning, engine noise, tick tick of indicators and all the others on the road backwards and forwards busy busy always going someplace Listen to the people talking always talking sometimes good and deep, songs and beauty sometimes mean and cruel and shouting often chatter chatter echoing in emptiness …
The mirror’s reply
Magic mirror on the wall who is the greediest one of all Politician, autocrat, living soft and getting fat Mining magnate, money maker Earth destroyer, lying faker, Oil exec, smog purveyor air killer, world betrayer All the rest, half asleep led around like mindless sheep Magic mirror on the wall says all of you. I…
Follow the Tide
The tide goes out and I will follow to the ocean to search for adventure to islands and new lands to see whatever is wondrous and new Flying over the blue-grey water Like a great sea-bird I observe the endless miles of ocean and of sky rolling away beneath my wings Then diving…
Music of the Earth
When rain falls it patters against the trees, rolling then dripping from leaf’s end to the earth it is soft on the grass barely to be heard it thunks on the soil which receives it quickly, leaving little behind it pelts on roof and pavement drums and thrums against windows drips and drizzles from drainpipes…
On my Lake
At sunset the small boat glides forward Parting the reeds smoothly No hurry to arrive A leisurely journey of peace The lake glows yellow-orange with the last light Water laps at the wood Splashes lightly on hands, on face Kissing healing into aching limbs Cleansing from pain, bringing forth health Trees line the shores, rustling…
Yellow
Everything is yellow Fields of wheat ripening under a golden, glowing dawn Sun tipped leaves hang grimly to bare branches before finally making their descent to carpet the earth in yellow Seasons come and go but everything is yellow daffodil gold heralding spring dandelion flowers sprinkle yellow across the grass sunflowers open up brilliant gold…
If the Earth could speak
If the earth could speak what stories would she tell long, slow sagas of formation and reformation continents separating and joining drowning in order to rise again crusts clash along fault lines and trembles run through her pressure deep inside explodes in fiery destruction wiping the slate clean and starting anew If the earth…
Something wonderful
The steps are uneven and could be slippery so be careful, watch your feet The rocks are so mossy must be pretty damp around here I wonder who built this stair looks like it was cut straight from the hill So cold this morning Our breath fogs in the chill air Glad for our coats…
Sacred Nature
Trackless forest Ferns cluster thickly against mossy trees Dim shadow interrupted briefly by shafts of green-gold light Smell of growth, decay, water and soil Life and death in endless cycle Breeze shifts leaves whispering as they dance Small creatures forage Woody litter rustles softly under tiny feet Twitters and chirps sound from the branches flurry…
Sacred spaces
Plastics choking ocean, killing life chemicals poison soil and water like children who won’t clean their room humanity makes the mess bigger deciding it’s all too hard the rich would rather have the money and the rest, who cares what we say while our children wonder how long til we choke on our own rot…
