Weeds and Wildflowers

A close heaven, fireflies, A quickening storm, Rivers and waters roil Scattering across lakes Up toward the Maritimes Down along the Missour...

The many years, lifetimes I’ve been lost in sunset Missing moon rise  A thank-you God moment or two I sit in the orchestra as the bullfrogs ...

Busy, the humming insights, The reordering in my head of Those important reverberations  Upon opening into  Light, unexamined pathways I beg...

On a night of insights  Stepping into frigid I turn my back to wind I’ve had a notion Most of my life  About horizon, space,  The vast as fa...

I was going to Portugal  Walking on a forest path past a small  Whitewashed stone house  Somewhere in Switzerland  Fragrant pine needles und...

In that indiscriminate hour Not dawn, nor midnight,  When voices close & far quiet And there is sleep across A hemisphere where  My mind...

  On the western side of daybreak Opalescence in a winter sky,  The faintest shimmer, soothed upon The raw of waking early to what  Was not ...