the valley appears
crisply above the aspens;
sightlines are gifted
a clear clime at foot
opens up the climb ahead;
movement comes easy
a mint-kissed falling concealed,
minutes from the field;
a world unseen, now revealed
orange dappled streets,
a kiss from the setting sun,
not a car in sight
another sun forms,
emerging from earth’s reaches,
growing rounded threads
underneath the reeds,
hidden in the labyrinth,
a flower awaits
willpower and grit
gets you far, but you gotta
dance to touch the sky
with change of focus,
shadows are but harbingers
of the light ahead
miracles abound
where the flowers trampled down
keep springing on back
the robins are back,
which can only mean one thing:
time to check the eaves
Into the mangroves we paddled,
via passages known,
and through new eyes observed
that the world around us had grown.
We all took our turns before, you see, in pairs or alone,
but today we went together
and made this place our own.
puffed up, uncomfortable,
hooked by father time;
friends, this is forty
clouds mirror shadows,
a mirage of reflection;
opposites hide truths
tickling lights yield
what’s trapped behind winter’s shield,
bent on living healed
How could in all my plodding of these streets,
I never noticed its presence before?
And never knew that by keeping my feet,
I was walking by Sanctuary’s door?
But today, up there on the old town road,
I came upon a sign, don’t know how new.
It called me down a path I never toed,
And without Moment’s pause, away I flew.
slide stones and current
knock our feet, making sure we
keep the game afoot
an evening paddle
touching down on mirrored trees
chasing dying light
I am a river
navigating rock and limb,
a river is me
falling waters stream
from covered bridge, underfoot,
over rocky seam
upon this rock I stand,
conquering summer and land,
waving sword in hand
oh, these summer nights,
when plans and friendships are hatched,
with no ‘rents in sight
frozen moss clinging
beech bark that cannot escape;
trees growing on trees
open blue canvas,
sky before and sky behind;
a ride on the glass
a tiny ruby,
embarks the mountainous white,
casting new shadows
a fern shadow grows,
on stone where sun comes and goes,
til light shifts away
