Still Leaves
Quivering leaves
hold still when I look
Cacophony of green
in patient waiting
for another breeze
So still,so quiet
midst the myriad sounds
Birds being birds
and squirrels playing tag
And people bustling
self-centeredly
With no time to notice
the beauty and calm
Song of Light
There was a sound
the song of men
that rose up
those many years ago
And he led them
into darkness and back out again
Riding on the light
A wave of light, of song
Come, come celebrate life
in joyousness
in song
The God Line
in all Creation there is Mystery
darkness, hidden places
the God line
speaks of Great Light
Cartoon Car
I used to zip around
in my little red cartoon car
Flinging all my passengers
as I flitted here and there
Flirting with exciting adventure
I gave my dreams a ride
Anticipation of sights unknown
would thrill up in my gut
Each new twist and turn
on the road of Life
Want a ride?
Beep, beep…!
Star Bright
Like jewels on velvet
the stars sparkled
I asked, “Can’t you do something
a little more exciting?”
Then, the biggest, brightest
flared, jumped, circled it’s neighbor
and flew out of view
Quicker than a hummingbird
as if to say, “I’m outta’ here!”
I stood there
mouth agape at the audacity
Zebra World
Zebra world
all black and white
an attitude
a way of thinking
Zebra world
surrounded by brilliant green
on Earth of red and yellow
and blue above
butterflies bright
rich life available to all
There is a place for all
no matter how they think
Crow Love
As the crow flies
You’re very near
And as they congregate
so, too, our hearts reunite
They walk both worlds
with caws and cause
Spirit messengers
As does our love
‘tween head and heart
and back again
The longest journey
in a moment made
Peacock
The peacock perched
on the porch rail
Every morning and evening
for days and days
Calling out in lonely voice
looking beautiful
next to the redwood deck
A vigil of sorts
a Spirit watch
Calling to my soul
Bull doggin’
Ivy
He grew like ivy
wild and tenacious
Ever seeking the way
over or around
the fences of his life
Ever popping up anew
in barren spots
and even those occupied by others
With fresh new tendrils
of growth and creativity