Because I Love

Because I love sunrisesI arise at dawnto view the color symphonywhether fully awake or not Because I love the moonI go outside one morningto find a waning gibbushigh in the 8 o’clock sky Because I love the earthI work to heal her wounds andlet her healing heal mine Photo taken in Troy, MI

Mandolin Wishes

Mandolin wishes may stream like rose-colored dawns that unfold on a wistful breeze Bliss of a kiss may float to clouds gather with other kisses or linger on lips in glistening delight Dappled memories may contain peppers of hurt and fear but life like the moon cycle shines joy with her fullness   Photo of … More Mandolin Wishes

Winter Morning

filtered water fills the cup going up an octave as it reaches the brim coffee maker sputters syncopation to the wind chime song beside the window peppers sizzle in a pan avocado slices frame the plate whipped egg with spices waits for its turn in the skillet snow has fallen during the night porch needs … More Winter Morning

Moonrise, Moonset

Sunrise reminds me of the impermanence of nature as do the cycles of the moon This morning, a thin lunar sliver, a waning crescent stands watch from above as sunrise colors fill the horizon With my attention on the glory of the sunrise I don’t notice the moon disappear Did she rise above the frame … More Moonrise, Moonset

Sunrise, Sunset

Growth Sunrise today is underwhelming at least as far as colors are concerned yet my kitty and I still sit on the window seat to watch the light grow and grow and grow every moment eternal every moment finite Sunset Haiku “Feed me please,” she purrs, “by the back window because sunset’s blaze soon fades.” … More Sunrise, Sunset

For Billy

I usually prefer short poemswith their bright burst of enlightenmentlike finger-of-god sun raysthat suddenly pierce the clouds But I savor your longer poemsthat touch me from years and miles awayas a growing dawn developing into a sunburstthat I should have expectedbut always find me surprised For more on Billy Collins, check out his page on … More For Billy

Lavender Roses

Lavender roses and columbine in my garden they call home are content in their rooted destiny, rejoice in release from dark soil At sunrise on my own accord I walk outside to smell their sweetness, the flowers meditate with me and teach me their scented dharma   Top photo courtesy of Pixabay

Moon Morning

I. A full moon plays peek-a-boo among the trees before tucking herself under the covers of the horizon II. Super moonset in the west brightens snow like day Sunrise in the east paints watercolor clouds III. How can moonset and sunrise be in such proximity that I look out one window to see day beginning … More Moon Morning

Journey to Heaven

All the way to heaven is heaven itself. –  Zen saying Ah, the journey to heaven has no end no beginning either for that matter It’s the journey itself that makes an imprint with each step Heaven is felt as feet sink in damp grass It borders the path with willows and wildflowers You’ll find … More Journey to Heaven