Spring Storm

towers fill the sky
wind-washed, waves surging, seaward -
mountains, living green!

running away, fear
filling the edges of sight;
throat tightens on knives.

hope wanes; vain night fails
never; dawn insinuates
another raw day.

simplicity

unencumbered

like water

flowing through

pure time my

mind climbs to

perfect sky

to the silence

of my heart

to meet you

and know

at last

your simple

will

Sister Moon

sister moon

has come

and gone

winter’s fog

rolls on

and on

Experience

I’ve seen how the darkness
eases into new light.
The summer sun creases
the wan and weary night.

I know of noon’s ways,
harsh rant of glaring rays 
haranguing to passion
the giddy, fevered day.

Then keen delta breeze
the painted sun consumes
and sends vermilion fleece
to greet the rising moon.

Mustard Seeds

The cold wind blows. It buries

black seeds in deep

new snow.

So now is the time

for miracles!

Shedding death’s grip, seeds slip

their leathery binds, pale stems

rise to boundless

blue skies


as at last breaking through
golden leaves unfurl
and life again fills 
this resurgent
world.