nature

Evenings in Australia

The sun hovered low over the desert, yielding to emerging star cascades. The Southern Cross, exotic- not visible at home, and easy to find, always anchored the night for me in that faraway place. We huddled on a blanket, humbled by the enormity of blazing galaxies unfolding without artificial light interference. Evening air brushed cool…Read more Evenings in Australia

My Dad’s Canoe

Shadowed land recedes. Oars undulate water, cadence of myriad droplets shift the expanse. How far? Where do the ripples cease in this expanse where we are the only catalyst? Wordless we settle the oars at our sides, lean back. All is still. Water tranquil as glass. Thick early morning clouds lean low like a lover…Read more My Dad’s Canoe

River Rock

A river rock remembers… morning dream glisten, afternoon sun-dapple drift, violent undertow plunge of night, rapid thrash and shatter, all is lost. A river rock sings of becoming - from jagged sediment to polished hope.

Yearning

Like pungent fields of rich crumbling fertility, naked to the noon day sun, aching to be steadied by clinging roots, we all of us live, move, search. I see these fields of upturned faces, groaning for miles and miles. And all the while the air is pulsing with something more real than hungry bellies, frigid…Read more Yearning

Held

I am battered, a bereft leaf loosed in murky mayhem, kicked up from frenzied heels Of moon and wind. No mooring remains in this, the last corkscrew hour before dawn. I am a burnished shadow, a swirling swan song to inky nihility. Falling. Suddenly! Madness slivered, snagged in the hem of earth’s evergreen garment, quivering…Read more Held