Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Canvas 744

Canvas 744

August 30, 2016

Canvas 743

Canvas 743

August 30, 2016

you are here

you are here to say farewell

as dear as flower petals

on tattered pages

as clear as all

you revere

but even so

you are here

until you go

and as near as one can tell

Monday, August 29, 2016

what is meant

brevity, silence, whatever this is, melting in our hands,

and the eternity it would take to explain,

is this not what is meant when love first says,

the time is right, the harvest is in?

Saturday, August 27, 2016

sweet millions

sweet millions, settling into dust, how I love you,
in flood, and mud, and rust, and live and die among you,
as we millions softly, sweetly, must, and ask you,
is there more sacred summer trust
than being pleased
by rain?

Thursday, August 25, 2016


leaf falls
through the night

upon the grass
does light

give sight
to man

with bright
black pen

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Canvas 742

Canvas 742

August 24, 2016

Morning dew, enough to run

Morning dew, enough to run, patterns form in summer dust,
cling to leaves, then dripping off — as will, one day,
our noble causes and conspiracies,
I trust.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Canvas 741

Canvas 741

August 23, 2016

Is this where

Is this a window, or a mirror?

Are these flowers, or thoughts?

Is this grass, or your hair?

And the path? and the dew?

Oh, where, where do we go, from here?

Monday, August 22, 2016

Canvas 740

Canvas 740

August 22, 2016

love’s sweet something

the rut of your thinking, the rough road,
the weary pleasure in the familiar sights and sounds,

and then the joy of a sudden storm
that settles it all to ground —

or it might be the laugh of a child,
just as they lower you,

just as wild seed takes root
when love’s sweet something is found.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Moonlight on fig leaves

Moonlight on fig leaves, an owl calling from somewhere
high up in the neighbor’s fir trees, coffee perking
in the old family pot, and everything you
thought, left behind, left behind,
for another time,
or not.

Friday, August 19, 2016

And it is good

A rock on a hill in a distant time. A lightning strike.
A boy on a bike. A dream, if you like. A place for his heart.
A place for her hands. A leaf on a pond.
A love without end.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Monday, August 15, 2016

Then a child

He stood, and walked out, and wept, and rejoiced.

He flew, and he remained.

He fell into his birth, and then he arose.

A butterfly came to rest on a flower.

A wish. Then a child. Then a cloud.

And then the poem of his life came to a close.

As everything goes, as everyone knows.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

If you would have

If you would have it revealed,
keep it from view.

If you would have it hidden,
show it to the world.

If you would have me, love,
lay your ax to my roots.

Friday, August 12, 2016

When water falls on a stone

When water falls
on a stone,

it makes a hole
in the stone,

and the stone
it makes a hole in says,

thank you,

and when the hole
is full,

the water

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Did you miss me

Did you miss me, said the wind to the rocks
through the leaves on the trees,

and the rocks said yes from their knees,
in the slowest and sweetest of ways,

and the sky grew, and the clouds blew,
and all knew they were praised.

Monday, August 8, 2016

In parting

when you think of the last thing you might say,
or wish you had said, only to find your fingers, and tongue,
have fled — and that you have been blessed

Sunday, August 7, 2016

which way the breeze

right wrong right wrong right wrong right wrong

grass ’round the graves

leaves on the trees

bird song bird song bird song bird song

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Prayer along the way

Oh, to be a penny you have found!
said the common coin, to the rare old child.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Canvas 731

Canvas 731

August 2, 2016

Canvas 730

Canvas 730

August 2, 2016

Canvas 729

Canvas 729

August 2, 2016

Wash me

Turn me inside out, mother dear,
wash me in a river, wash me in a tear,
wash the dust from my hair and the grief from my ear,
wash me, mother dear, hang me from the line,
wash me, wash me, clean me, hang me,
until the end of washing time.