Permission to forest

Permission to forest

Allowing time to ring

To age in canopy

Rejoicing chorus Spring

The sense of belonging

In a greater landscape

From the wisest oak to

The cultivated grape

Go down as gently as

Go down as gently as

A setting sun on land

Our lives are not made for

The constant ampersand

Fallen trees in forest

Even evergreens log

The loss of outlines when

A cloud greets us as fog

Still searching for teachers

Still searching for teachers

The power of mistakes

Or absorbing beauty

And its seismic soulquakes

I haven’t forgotten 

Gifts of casual time

And the Art of living

Between cuckoos or chime

Days becoming pastel

Days becoming pastel

Passion in leisure sighs

Rich tones hidden folded

Complacent to the why’s 

Flat lining in footsteps 

Ah, but the dreams we speak

From Challenger Deep to

The Mount Everest peak

Back into the rapids

Back into the rapids

Antelope music notes

The fury of action

Up where gravity floats

Truth has no facets and

Could not be more clearer

Even if broken a

Mirror will still mirror

Crows recognize faces

Crows recognize faces

And they tell other crows

I can hear the cawing

And now everyone knows

We carry a knowledge 

A book that is well read

From cover to cover

So beware where you tread

They told me I was sick

They told me I was sick

That poetry is dead

That I should get some help

No explanation said 

I was the pallbearers

Dirging my own coffin

This is how they made me

Feel and way too often

This late night town crier

This late night town crier

Rambling in words and walk

Expressing the heartfelt

When it’s quiet and dark

Soon there will be workers

Rushing with lowered heads

Routinely stepping with

Internalizing saids 

Let these held waters pool

Let these held waters pool

Evaporation waits

But change is far greater 

Than mere physical states

Art is a catalyst

Not moon echoing light

Its assault or embrace

Compounding expedite

Gather your belongings

Gather your belongings

Sentimental and you

The days made of folk art

Unsigned but your worn shoe

Annuals self-seeding

And when the house is gone

Perennials teeming

Where garden lines were drawn

Free from the memories

Free from the memories 

Violin symphonies

Cannot revive fallen

Layers of peonies

Don’t let them hollow out

My prone and aging tree

Forget the tangled roots

Meet me at canopy

So far out so it seems

So far out so it seems

Chasing or being chased

Safety or surrender

Held tightly or misplaced

These words written in Truth

Their home beyond prairied 

Love is a constant from

Beginning to buried

Treasures are in nothing

Treasures are in nothing

If we are, we must be

The unknown butterflies

The busiest of bee

The joy of sunrises

Reflections at twilight

Everything is nothing

Give it your all despite

Your guess as good as mine

Your guess as good as mine

Let us walk side by side 

The leaves are all changing

Evergreens hold their tide

Without a truncation 

Not keeping reservoirs 

Our thoughts in the moonlight

Are taking us past stars