rhythm of wood

I’ve been to that tree
twisted in the winds of time
limbs held to the sky
for Mark
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/06/15
Jack London State Park
I have forgotten more than I have ever known
The rhythm of a life like the rhythm of breathing
The rhythm of steps upon a path trodden by others
Mysteries and experiments in living
Each day a new adventure
And another day of mystery living out
A history made in the rhythm of breathe and steps and life
Assured that everything in life deserves a grateful look *

Warmth of old wood
Light of Spring
Breathe of wind off the ocean
O’er the short plain and verdant hills
Wind of mystery
Wind that blows through the rhythms of life
Sun that shines on all
Sun that shines this way on only one
One who is lonely
One who is hopeful
One who wonders at the mysterious questions of being
One who feels the rhythm of breathe and steps and life

Blessed by wood from long dead trees
Blessed to know of one who wondered and experimented
Blessed to see the terraces built to preserve the soil of the earth
Blessed in each breathe
Blessed in each step
And stepping on further as the sun shines on
Assured that everything in life deserves a grateful look *

*A line by Patti Trimble http://pattitrimble.com/
Jack London State Park

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/22/15

Haiku from Nature

Orion running
Perpetually as light
In the morning sky

<><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/01/07

Rain drops from the sky
Air refreshed by water
Cleansing inhaling


Dandelion blossom
We want green spring garden plant
Flower leaf dawning


Though rust falls in the
Autumn summer will journey
Through morning bloom


Happy people dream
Shiver beneath winter moon
Snow soon freezes ice


Tulip stuck in time
Its potential blossom gone
Unseen forever


Water on a shore
Ice in solid formula
Amorphously cold


A hovering kite
Attentive to the motion
Field mouse lingering

[east of Winters, California]


Orion arise
Beloved in the night skies
Running running on


Little lonely
Thought of brilliant night sky
Alone in star light


Autumn grasses yellow
Wander beneath rusted cloud
Rising evening moon


Blue sky the trees say
The wind resting is breathing
God less manifest

The breathe of God
Flows through creation as wind
Flowing over all

<><><><><><><><><><><><><>01/30/08 9:00 a.m.

Make me smile before
The bloom of summer morning
Full from sun journey


An angel of stone
Sits praying in the night rain
Blessings on flowers


Standing by a creek
Sound blends with nighttime musing
Cares flow to the sea


Baby ducks snoring
Under a bridge in the fog
Tiny signs of spring


A simple beauty
Egrets flying together
beautiful sky now


The young tree sprouting
Blue skies in Santa Rosa


The Blossoms turning
Spring bees buzz in Sonoma


Swollen blossoms wait
Spring is in the air today
White flowers burst soon


Happy Spring flowers
Green with pink yellow blossom
Fresh colors of life



Summer blazing in
Heat searing on the faint wind
While spring’s blossoms wilt


Smooth paddles of light
Cause ripples in time and space
Shadows linger on


Cicada in the
Palo Verde mimicking
Arid summer heat
Pungent smell of smoke
lingering from lightening
drift of summer fire

<><><><><><><><><><><><><> 6/23/08

Can’t hear that teardrop
For all we know it’s just a
Ripple on a stream.


Poppies drying out
Fields of parched brown grasses
Season of summer


A bird on the fence
Quickly scanning a yellow
Flower then moves on


A caterpillar
Amongst the green tomatoes
Takes an early share


Moths migrating in
The early morning sunlight
Transient nature

<><><><><><><><><><><><><>   7/26/08

The fog enshrouds the light
Mists envelope days passing
Time moves over love

All I get from you
A place for me in your heart
Where I want to be

Time moves over love
Mists of our time in this light
This morning’s true gift


Sheep sleeping in fog
Fields of mist veil their slumber
What things do they count?


Crisp fall air blowing
Light shining in lovely trees
It is great alive


As the sun it shone
Upon the vines grapes all gone
Shadows left alone


Saline Sea shines blue
under the desert’s hot sun
after man’s mistake

Toxic Acidic Beautiy

<><><><><><><><><><><><><> 12/12/08

Young hawks shrill calling
Brighten a sunny spring day
Like children who smile

<><><><><><><><><><><><><> 5/8/09

Pigeon flying by
There is a dream like quality
Wake me in the air.

Pigeons Fly Low


The wind through the pines
And the cottonwood snow
Warmth of Tahoe sun.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><>  07/05/09