Snow Falling on Cedars (and Firs)
Ω White chutes Drift in dark skies Safely, softly adown– Plush packets To satisfy hungry souls.
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First Snowfall Winter 2007
Can it be snow FALL When wind slices Razor thin flakes sideways Cutting horizontal furrows in my vision?
Read moreMorning Worship
Smoking with Eel River incense, Oaken Altars and Mistletoe missals are Painted in Charcoal strokes On Pewter skies.
Read moreSufficency
Whatever gods may be, In Winter’s Eve appear Reflections of Spring and this will Suffice for me.
Read moreHumboldt Fog
The Road Uncurling– still wet from a morning shower– Droplets trickling, slowly, wetly down arching spine, Stretching sumptuously, Flirtatiously, Enticing me from self-important virtue To bliss.
Read moreThe Wrong Side
Sometimes you don’t just get up on the wrong side of the bed, you go to sleep there. The Wrong Side I collapse in bed exhaust..ed— Not from what I did, But from carrying the guilty weight of all I didn’t do. . .
Read moreDriving Home: A Point
Tonight, up our winding dirt road crossed by fog curtains, my oldest son practiced driving. Essentially skilled, he began tremulously and finished like a Nascar racer. Thus, with Apologies to Alfred Lord Tennyson and one of my favorite poems “The Eagle:” Is This Legal? He grasps the wheel with crooked hands, Close to his mom
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