Quietly, gently, softly Speak the names of those on your heart Send their souls messages of love Peppered with your touches Every little thought and feeling matters Every little moment can be splendid Quietly, gently, softly Imagine those whose heart…

morning, morning. came the dawn trotting spongy over the mellow turf with dew. and then the warmth raised the mist to sip it and quenched were the night’s dark candle and the morning’s thirst. dancing, dancing. came your love calling…

Reaching into this moment to see what is there A satisfied belly, sweet chill in the air The comfort of kindness And space to be real A quiet oasis Permission to feel. Not sure how this happened How this split…

Winging whitely it came, That moon— Where wheatfields below paid homage. A consecrating host was That moon— Mingling grains of wheat into one specter Of light-bathed. Magnetically, That moon Clustered clouds around itself Illmuninating them In lightning lines of silver…

Behold this fine place Fair sanctuary Seeded by grace Regarded with glee Every frond, every petal Revealing new life Each blossom, each nettle A healing of strife Everywhere the eyes gaze Waits a lively allure Bound to melt and amaze…

this is to miss: wistful for all you should have said before parting. or liked to have done? yes, that too, before you parted. if you didn’t recall at all you wouldn’t miss at all. memories? yes, that too, once…

Cannons of silence Boomed I stood trapped Flanked by the sunset And the palest moon “Enter in,” ordered they I did, netting visions Of cavecrawling And discovery (Remember my head sandwiched Between pebbles and limestone?) Caverns of silence Remain Without…

For me, dust is as much a sacrament As bread. At dawn dust is disturbed Cool by life; at dusk it settles silently As life retires, as sunset goes to sleep. I like this grit as much as mud. It…

I ambled down a beach Where warmth embraced my feet At every step. Invited by the sand I sat Near lapping water’s waves. I cupped my palms To ladle up some sand And turned my wrists To let it run…

how you touch me little one your sweet allure and boundless fun your wide-eyed wonder begs a smile your clever moves so filled with guile you speak tongues of cat and bird and whisper trills of songs unheard enthralled with…