The River, the Wind

Bringing us home

Where the blackbird sings

 

Talking Water Gardens–Albany, OR

 

 

Bare old limbs
Clearing a path for
The growing moon

sting of the black flies
rise of an old volcano
achingly blue

swallows circling
overhead, while sunflowers
watch over the farm

A solo tree
struck by the brush of
a single sunbeam

 

Where the river bends
The sun breaking like
A shower of coins

Salmon River at sundown

 

lost in loss
watching the high mountain lake
brighten and dim

 

tapping into the
distant past, eruptions
of glowing lilies

rising and falling

slow-flowing waves of Earth, and

golden way of Sun

hard, hot sun
landing in the garden, an
airy dragonfly