Bluebird of Happiness
In ’45 a hit song flew On radio’s magic wing. Indigo airwaves, azure quarks Did “Bluebird of Happiness” bring. With longing heart, an echo lofts Like pure cerulean light. From desire’s transient nest Joy takes a fledgling flight. Climbing, diving,…
Memory’s Embrace
My moth-eaten memory remains, Despite frays, a warm garment. I share some fabrications with my brothers That we hand-me-downed to our baby sister. The clothes make the man (or woman, or child). The designer was a family committee. When we…
Once More, Beauty
Make yourself at home Within the heart of beauty Where all are truly welcome And life smiles sweetly Upon every little thing Let yourself relax Into the heart of beauty Where peace calls your name And joy rises with delight…
Wind Horse Hug
Oh to ride the Santa Ana current Of a deep deep hug That electrifies my cells. Where is my flying wind horse Now masked by social distance? Oh to breathe into a deep deep hug. I wait for wings of…
Knightmare on Maple Street (with thanks to Jack)
NOTE: Once again, tax season is upon us. Before Jack invested in TurboTax, he insisted on calculating and filing our taxes by hand though he hated this heroic if somewhat quixotic quest to conquer the IRS windmills. It’s the only…
In The Pause
To embrace a sweet hiatus Or let its pull claim you Beyond life’s rushing river For no apparent reason Or specific season Is a gift of allowing. To melt into a quiet lull Released of the mind’s demand In favor…
Canyon Valentine
Hug the carven scarlet earth, The zigs and zags of water’s edge on Cragged canyon walls From damming up the flow Of rivers longing For the sea, the tidal ocean swell. We want it how we want it: A red…
Postcard from Above
It was a great, gray day On the Pacific rim. We pulled down a shade of sky And fastened it to field Knitting cloud and caldera Heaven and earth For some eternal minute Like a single vertical stitch On this…
Orison
Raven aura, rising smoke like embered sage That lifts our prayers And clears a space for wisdom’s deepest well. Our dreams, preserved like hearts In your canopic jars, await Their timeless repercussions, resurrection. You wax and wane and wax again,…
My Muse
My muse is a chimera, A shapeshifter. Sometimes she is a seaglass genie Pouting in a bottle, Or a dear friend’s hug (Perhaps even a lover). I have seen her ablaze as a sunset, Coral tinged as dawn. She has…
