Archive for September 2015

Heartwood and song
return to stardust, warming
the dark-cold night

Motion, stillness
Breezy bits of summer caught
On the cusp of fall

Each moment
Each lifetime, conducting its
Singular song

Nestled in the trees,
This pile of clouds promises
To soften my night

Quenching the questions
Whirling in my mind, the sound
Of water falling

In the brittle grass
Blue blooms of chicory
Snagging summer’s edge
The River, the Wind
Bringing hearts and cities home
Where the blackbird sings

Talking Water Gardens–Albany, OR