Poetry

Forest Truth

There is a line definitive and true
where the forest begins
its canopy instantly consuming

my thoughts into silence my steps into miles
my breath smelling the wondrous decomposition
the uncontrolled web of life I can’t help but enjoy

the view I must see with my head propped
at an angle looking up seeing the limbs of the giants
touching the wild shades of green (more…)

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Inside Me

This morning as the rain begins
its relentless seasonal soaking of the ground
the warm bright light
is left to shine behind the thick lid of clouds

I notice myself shifting from looking
out the window
to looking inside myself
a shift as gentle as waking up (more…)

A Visitor

Speechless the view filling me
from the tips of my hair to the tips of my toes solid
with so much presence clearly

Enjoying its own view the quiet
surrounding this place hushed stillness, so loud
every unnatural sound expressed like a put down to the wonder (more…)

Within My Mind

I asked myself as I walked through my mind
keeping track of the path
over rocks roots divots and hoof prints who am I now
I can’t seem to shake

this questioning heart with few roots
and plenty of bruises from floating away and falling back down
where is that voice
that I couldn’t write down fast enough who felt (more…)

WPC- Waiting

Up with only a hint
of light we all spring from our sleeping bags
we made a pact the night before
we would be up before the sun
we grabbed warm hats the cook stove some tea
and cups and our bear canisters too
anxiously walking up above our camp
hoping to see the first rays not quite touching the peaks yet (more…)

The Water Calls

Come dip your toes erase
the perfect stillness get comfortable stay
awhile allow the crispness of my waters
to fold around you to enliven your cells
to remind you of when you were younger, please
aren’t I inviting? (more…)

WPC: Ooh, Shiny!

It used to be the tiniest
flower sweetly waiting for someone
to notice her
with details exploding and my nose pressed

close breath held lens fixed and so much
to notice but lately my eyes have found
themselves distracted by something
else entirely, those rippled lines

directing my thoughts and worries out
into a body of water
the ocean the lake the puddle the rivers wake
all sounds cease to be heard by my ears, I feel (more…)

More of This

Free to be with the clouds
and blue skies calming hearing
the aspen leaves quaking feeling the warm sun
inviting my eyes to close my breath
to slow my dreams to float and reshape themselves
into what needs to be in this moment this instance
this experience (more…)

Quiet. Wisdom. Rising- Night-Time Knowing

As promised, here is my first excerpt from my newly published book, Quiet. Wisdom. Rising. I captured this photograph this past week. My family went backpacking in the Trinity Alps for a few days. We camped at Little Boulder Lake, the second night the reflection of the sunset was extra special. (more…)