Ripples through time

The goodness of each one ripples down through time.
These people who have shared our life
The kindness of a word or a touch when it was needed
Flows onward
The space in time we each share
Is here like a wave
Leaving a ripple in our hearts.
And lessons recognized in their passing
Spread as rings on water, seen, then remembered
The goodness of each one ripples down through time



(The boy in the red shirt is the great grandson of someone whose name is on the stone)

Press Democrat article is  10/07/19

Other fire poems

10/28/17 Among the flame then ash

12/13/17 Measure of Time

10/24/18 Haiku from fire days

Haiku from fire days

In the hour before
The mind comes into focus
Dawn breaches slowly

Pink clouds of dawn, soft
Gently melding wisps of thought
Power bringing change

Love is like the smoke coming
fire we don’t control
The smoke is like love

They spread everywhere
in space we didn’t know was there
A conflagration

Fire like a giant
Crow waiting to swoop in and
Blow away our dreams

Like a white egret
Love flies across misty fog
In all its beauty

May grace and mercy
Like mists find us all our lives
Heaven here on earth

Will anything find us
Ever ease the weary soul
Grace and mercy may

Ghostly white egret
Made late twilight passage
A brief glimpse then gone

Love or smoke floating
Through our lives encumbered by
Nothing we can see

Felt reality
More than any substance can
Worth every moment

Smoke of our sadness
Loss we have yet to measure
Drifts across the hearts

Fire lingers in the
Ashes of our dreamscape held
In vague memory

Love like smoke held close
No form or substance revealed
Is nonetheless real

Love better than smoke
Because ambiguity
Lifts us up in time

Love and smoke entwined
Neither has a boundary
But both impact us

The moon is waning
Orion striding along
Moving to sunrise

Blow across the sky
Ever hoping happily
Love is on the way

Smoky clouds descend
Blocking moon or shiny stars
Wisps in time revealed

Love or smoke rising
Ever hoping happily
Love is on the way

Smoke near dawn revealed
In random burning tells all
That souls need to know

Holding love like smoke
Illusion of our power
Nothing held is lost

Nothing held is lost
Turn to learn the simple truth
Nothing held is gained

Now hearts hold softly
Now our hearts abide today
smoke or love or grace

Grace abides through time
ever blowing on its way
wisps of mystery

blowing through our life
Precious love believing
Smoke or love will stay

Stay to reach for smoke
Hold to love ambiguous
Hearts forever young

Despite the line of time
Memory intertwined will
Be held together

Smoke and ashes fade
While love becomes egret’s flight
Ever glides along

Hazy smoke of love
Bringing tears of passion forth
Better life revealed

Becoming simple
Hanging wisps of thought fulfilled
Into grace revealed

Grace moving throughout
A life of giving into
Forces unforeseen

In lives revealed somehow
Ancient intuition here
Love or smoke brought forth

Lost to love til now
Like some smoky memories
Emerge as a mist

Of strength in passion
Helped discover long lost
Innocence of hope
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/23/18

Out of fire come Seer’s dreams

Rest quietly
let the Spirit guides guide
rest quietly
among the flame
then ash
rest quietly
let the Spirit guides guide
the spirits of trees
moved on in ash
just as you
and I
will one day be moved on
as ash

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/13/17

Waiting for David Bowie or an angel to walk in
Sitting in a chair I would welcome their grin
A warm greeting can be expected
In our community where we are protected
Love is stronger than some
And all the bureaucrats with whom I spoke
Were kind and informative
Sharing anything they had to give
Emergency services are morphing
As the options for recovery we are sorting
Don’t worry be happy playing in the air
Not quite yet but we’ll get there
My community
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/18/17 at brew

Bowie comes on singing “under pressure”
The flames of nature assaulted us like a thresher
Yet responders and neighbors responded with effort
And kindness despite transformation brought on by the zephyr
Homes in ruins as all our stuff is gone
Transforming life as we knew it to a new dawn
Mindful of what has been given and what is won
Take the circumstance so we can act on

Glory of friends,
Glory of place,
Glory to the Creator who gave us space
To live this life as life allows
In this our souls will rouse
To become what we might be
To act on what we now see
As fate and circumstances
In this our life’s brand new dance
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/18/17 at brew

To search the depths of resiliency
The fog in the Redwoods portends that with which we must contend
Everything is a test and a lesson to search the depths of resiliency.
Or expand the heart.
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 12/14/17

Winter whirls
Outside the window
Inside worries and wonders
As they do
Wishing for joy
Settling for contentment
Have to take
What is there for the taking
As they often are

Still blows
Cold and harsh now
Like nothing
Ever felt before
Harsh like ashes
Stuck to a shoe

Scattering ashes to the wind
As memories cling
Like leaves
To trees.
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 12/26/17

Love is like smoke
Smoke is like love
They come from a fire we don’t control
They spread everywhere in the space there is

Fire sits like a giant Crow waiting
To swoop in and blow away our dreams
Love flies across the view scape
In the fog like a white egret
There in all its beauty
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 01/29/18

A truck weighed down
like a soul
a journey
filled with stones of memory
somewhere in California
a monarch flutters
like a soul
the journey against hot winds
a journey to be completed nonetheless
despite the possibility of death
especially because of the possibility of death
life’s journey is like that
moving forward
ever forward
despite the inevitability of death
smoke filled skies
give way to memories
dusty ashes of our lives
sifted in mesh nets
yielding the unburnable
like pebbles through the mesh of our minds
this is what is left
except for the love thicker than smoke
wafting in the air
ghosts of the buildings
we once called home
blow out to sea
or settle in the vineyard soil
to grow to be a smoky ghostly vintage
such is our Redwood lives
where love is thicker than smoke
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 04/26/18
Another Thursday

From the depths of Sorrow
or the heights of joy
all the world can do
is ask, “Do you want more?”
On the day we are born
until the day we die
all the world can show is,
“This is it”
In our deepest thoughts
and our shouted words
all the world’s lessons are expressed
From the dawn’s early light
to the sunset glow
the world is always spinning
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/23/18

Another Friday night

Five days of Orion running
through smoke passing
through places of which we spoke
Paradise and Hidden Valley
Gone away now
Under Fire and Ash
gone away
gone in the ashes
rise up in the air
to arrive upon another life
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 11/09/18

Among the flame then ash

October 5th 6th 7th 8th 9th

On Sunday night before midnight
a fire started near Franz’s Valley Road,
or many fires started,
between Franz Valley Road and Highway 101,
either way, thousands of acres burned
in just eight hours fire moved 8 short miles

The fire rushed down past Riebli Road like a river
up the top of the hill
over St. Andrews, the golf course road,
and down to Thomas Lake Harris where utopia once lie

Over through the Fountaingrove
and down into the hidden valley
the flames traveled
past Leete and Aaron and Flintwood and Brookdale
down to the Sleepy Hollow

At the edge of the Sleepy Hollow the flame stopped
yet continued west
over the top
down to the Fountaingrove barn,
to the lodgings and to the history
of the County of Sonoma
the Fountaingrove was the piece of our heritage
that we left for 118 years
and therefore it was a piece of our heritage

Across the road to the Journey’s End
and with finality dark and red and smoking
the Journey’s End where lives moved on
right to the edge of the hospital
where people were to be healed

the flames rose up and rushed over to Coffey Park
Reverend Coffee, not the namesake but a homonym,
his Spirit was not in those homes
Reverend Coffee, his Spirit was in the people
that he guided for so long in that neighborhood
who responded as they did
Coffey Park went up in flames
until the edge of the rails

The flames on another trajectory
swooped on down past the Adobe Canyon
past the water supply
flame swooped on down to Kenwood
and Kenwood is gone
up through the Lawndale and the walnut orchards
onto the Annadel
the dell so dear to so many
Flames reborn as flames will do
through the trees

Spirits soar through the trees
that take souls to the other side
through the trees that burned to ash
and as ash
in breathe of God moved on

Down the ranches of Bennett Ridge
burned through the trees
more homes destroyed
more ashes blown as lives and dreams will be

Flames considered Wolf house
however the flames did not return again for more
And the madrone wood burned away
On Arnold should drive another day
before the gate could open to the private roads
the flames to jump
Tales are told


Ancient wood and young vines
Spirit holders of the souls
and as they are all on their own,
in ashes on the wind are blown

The time to hold our memories
carried just as ashes,
ashes and the spirit fly
upon the breathe of God.

Hold your passion
hold to love
hold the kindness
not ashes blown away
souls of trees
flying in the breeze
then root’s forgotten lay.

Rest quietly
let the Spirit guides guide
rest quietly
among the flame
then ash
rest quietly
let the Spirit guides guide
the spirits of trees
moved on in ash
just as you
and I
will one day
be moved on
as ash

3521 Brookdale after fire (11)