Archive for June 2013

Summer Altar   Leave a comment

Struck by summer’s match

Sweet centerpiece smolders bright,

Bees humming a hymn

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Posted June 27, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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Aspen   2 comments

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There are countless allies of the aspen tree~
A single white ray caught, clean and bright,
        in a misty web
Milky veins of quartz trekking through boulders
        sliced by ice
Gleaming lines of waterfall cleaving old mountainsides       
Sun-bleached femur of last year’s doe
And thin ribbon of moonlight slipping softly 
        between dark places
 
The aspen has long been my ally, too. Its smooth white trunk
fits exactly into the curve of my palm, leads me upward and roots me earthward.
Just as good friends always do.
 

Posted June 24, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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Valley Creek Troubadour   2 comments

In wide, sweeping arcs

she brings to willowed valley

snowmelt melodies

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Posted June 21, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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Catkin Comfort   3 comments

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Wherever I go

Willow catkins and crickets

Make me feel at home

Posted June 18, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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River Muse   1 comment

Green-scented grasses

and spinning sparks brokenly

caress riverbank

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Posted June 16, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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Phlox Friend   Leave a comment

 Starry phlox bouquet

Hugs the ground, a sun-warmed hearth,

Brings Heaven to Earth

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Posted June 11, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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Windows of Soul   Leave a comment

What do you suppose

is captured in your eyes?

Glistening crescent, a waning moon?

Fireworks of gladness at your daughter’s door?

Or . . .

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Clouds and peaks chaptered in panes,
a uniquely tiled mosaic

Posted June 9, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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Threshold   2 comments

At the threshold of a new summer job—my lucky strand of old dreams rivering into a yet-unsculpted future!  I will work in Idaho’s Sawtooth National Recreation Area, among wildflowers, thunderstorms, and ragged peaks reminiscent of summers past in my beloved Rocky Mountains . . .

Magpies ushered me across the Oregon border a few days ago, and, finally, my ever-looping thoughts loosened, loosened, and let go. Long hours of driving, past buttes and bluffs, through sagebrush flatlands and mountain passes provided the perfect transition from where I’ve been to where I’ll be.

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Road weary, I stopped at a wet spot fringed by thickets and spongy ground. Vibrant sounds of keening killdeer and churring blackbirds reminded me what it means to See and Be Seen. 

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And when I reached my destination on the outskirts of Stanley, I gladly belly flopped on warm, prickly grass and received a earthy full-body hug, along with this view of an old-timey zigzagging fence mimicking its toothy snow-whitened friends: the Sawtooths. Already, I feel very much at home.

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Posted June 5, 2013 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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