Friday, November 28, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 28 



Three crows play
the wind's game

and once again
it's the wind

that wins.



Thursday, November 27, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 27 



Stone, here,
as if the earth's

bones are showing.



Wednesday, November 26, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 26 



Silence,
like the

sharp-eyed
hawk,

waits.



Tuesday, November 25, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 25 



Oh, hawk, won't you
teach me not to

fly in where I
can't get out?



Monday, November 24, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 24 



Sun still low in the east.
Long shadows on the wet grass.

A cool breeze moves the morning
air and the cottonwood's

promise is not worth much.



Friday, November 21, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 21 



It is not rock
which is eternal

but the wearing
down of rock.



Thursday, November 20, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 20 



Shine on
the eastern sky.

Luminous haze
above the fields.

Morning has made
its solemn promise.

And now, yes,
the sun comes up.



Wednesday, November 19, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 19 



So much
I do not

understand -
I should

sit down.



Tuesday, November 18, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 18 



Great blue heron
drags the morning in.



Monday, November 17, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 17 



Sure as
sugar,

the sweet
rise of

morning
sun. Bright

as vinegar.



Friday, November 14, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 14 



Wind in the trees.
The bear
comes down the mountain.



Thursday, November 13, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 13 



Yes, we were
star dust, and

we are
wishing to be

star dust
again.



Wednesday, November 12, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 12 



Someday
silence.

Til then
I'll make

my noise.



Tuesday, November 11, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 11 



Sadness heaved up
like mountains -

still the morning sun.



Monday, November 10, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 10 



Cottonwood,
you're good

at dropping
branches

on us.
Is that

how you
survive,

letting go
one piece

at a time?



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