She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Late in the Afternoon

Drowning in air
Sleepy, softly
Water falling
Raindrops calling
Dripping, dropping
Starting, stopping, stirring
My vision blurring
Through the mist falling
I am the mist calling
Water, water everywhere
I am drowning
Drowning in air...

Saturday, May 03, 2014

Tonight I dwell above the clouds

Trouble brewing off the Carolina coast
Moisture gathered  in the turning tempest
Rises above Tennessee, Virginia, Pennsylvania
Only to fall on the sullen hillsides and vacant fields
That are New York's forgotten farmland

The first thunderstorms of the season
Roll over the leafless forests
In one more attempt to wrest the very landscape
From the lingering tendrils of Winter's grasp

The warm May sun energizes the Carolina mists
And sends storms running like children, over the hills
White, amber, gray; flung in tails and tatters
As they splash in vast blue fields of light
And of shadow and sky

Sun sinking low, the storms retire
And the warm moist Carolina clouds hunker down
And settle on the land in gentle embrace
Softly singing lullabies of Spring
Leaving the hilltops exposed
So as to forecast the silver stars
And to search for signs
Of the changing seasons

Tonight I dwell above the clouds

From the deeps of time
Amid the innumerable stars
With hope in my heart
And a glint in my eye
I watch the silver stars
Yes I watch with care

Wednesday, April 23, 2014


Earth Day has past
But we should, by now, understand
That it is not just about the Earth anymore
It is about us
Who we are
What we are
What we will become

For humanity has become inextricably entwined
With the Earth and all her habitats
With the very environment that sustains us
Who we are
And what we do
Are now more important to our survival than ever before

We are one
It is time to take measure
Of what that means
And of what responsibility comes with it

It is no longer a matter
Of "Us and Them"
We are they
They are us

Half of Us are trying to survive
On less than $2 U.S. per day
Less than 1% of Us
Own more than half of the wealth
Of the entire population of the planet
Combined We spend each year
Three Trillion U.S. Dollars
To defend ourselves
From one another

Inextricably entwined with the Earth
Just as we are inextricably entwined with technology
We consume our very selves
Because we cannot get enough...

from the Hopi
A way of life that must consume the life force of others in order to survive

Thursday, April 17, 2014


Though seemingly reluctant
Spring continues to slowly unveil her magic secrets
As every day new birds appear
Northern Flickers join the insect safari
Deftly hopping and hunting
Between patches of melting snow
Slowly the white banks retreat
Revealing bright green blades
Worshiping the Sunlight
Lifting their faith skyward

In blatant disregard to the weather
The Goldfinch changes into his attractive summer jacket
A few feathers at a time...
Meanwhile in the chilly water
Eastern Painted Turtles made an appearance today
Skirting the edges of fragile transparent sheets
Frozen remains of last nights freeze

Peep frogs debate the right to sing
Their chorus rises and falls
From crescendo to crescendo
While the trees hold their softly swelling buds
With silent anticipation

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The Last Day of Winter

The elements and the winds have conspired
The tempestuous clash almost over
A long hard Winter, it was not giving in without a fight
My hopes for an early Spring left frozen on the bathroom window each night
Crystallized in frozen moonlight
The stockpiles of firewood dwindle...
And now it has come to this, as the March sun intensifies and the days grow long
That Winter has expended his final strength in one last hurrah
The temperature here topped out at sixteen today, yet the few bare patches where the snow has melted are wet and muddy where the sun hits them.
Tonight will see record lows, likely below zero here on the hill.... Tomorrow temps will be in the forties.
Warmer temperatures are in the forecast for the next week, after which the snow will have melted and the warming effect will have become more than Winter will be able to overcome.
April may well see a chilly spell or two, but Winter is over
A seasonal tipping point if you will, that seems to have fallen to one single day.
This one.
The last day of Winter.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

A Pale Shade of White

Outside my window
Under the trees
White ice, white snow
White lace like windswept curtains blow
White, white, white
Until all color fades away
And I must surrender and finally lay
White down, white night
White cloud blankets; frozen white

I am pale now and in white moonlight do I reside
But in that white unbroken shadow
Doth the rainbow hide...

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Lost In Reflection

Where The Wild Things Are

Strong Deer with Long legs
Take council in the night beneath my aged apple tree
I see them sometimes on sleepless nights
Other times I am awakened
Feeling their soft footfalls in my sleep before hearing them
The Strong Deer cease their silent whispering and look up
At the sound of my eyes opening

Monday, February 10, 2014

In Passing

This long road I never expected to see
Past the vanishing point milestone markers melt slowly
A billion billion drops of rain never counted and the wind
Working overtime to the same conclusion
The silent stars stand witness
They alone hold the key
For the road begins and ends by their good grace
Time and space
And the secrets they share
Be they particle
Or wave