Thursday, December 15, 2011


A mountain climber

soaring upward towards

the snow capped clouds.

Breaths short, clear

weaving in and out through

pines and birch

etching his way tediously,


perfectly painting his way.

Flickers of sunlight,

birds flying freely

gliding beyond his reach

avoiding all man's habits.

Night befall and climber

sleeps beneath a living tree.


cry matefully into the night, and

dew drops sprinkling his

sandy balding hair.

Again besieged by the top,

so clear

in the new day.

Finally climber ascends to the top

and without falter

finds his dream and fresh

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Love Litter

I left your sandals in the snow,

hoping winter and time would let things go.

Your eyes send messages...

icons of hope.

You words are discernable, but not very clear.

Love litter, scorching the edges of despair.

Saturday, December 3, 2011


I touched a seedling uncovered by time,
watched it grow in my damp palms.
I saw the suns affection nestle
up to its little buds
watched it bloom before my eyes.
It stood tall among its many relatives,
caressing its nurtured petals
laughing at its reflection on
a shimmering pond.