Saturday, August 31, 2019

WHEN THE LEAVES 


When the leaves
show their silver,

my friend says,
a storm is coming.

When the silos glow
in the distance.

You do not argue
with old wisdom.



Friday, August 30, 2019

I KNOW ONLY 


I know only
what I know.

You can show
me a thousand

things, ten
thousand, and

I will still
be surprised.



Thursday, August 29, 2019

THE EMPTY 


The empty
heart loves its

loneliness.
Solitude is

what solitude
wants. Take of

this and make
something worth

keeping, sweet
as rain in

August, fresh
as ice when

you break it,
sharp as the

hawk's eyes in
this wet light.



Wednesday, August 28, 2019

NOT SIMPLY 


Not simply
hawk and sun

and wind --
The world

doesn't need us
to know it.

We need it
to imagine

ourselves
into being

while every-
thing sings.



Tuesday, August 27, 2019

AUGUST REDTAIL 


Sun and
wind and
hunger,

the hawk's
only
friends.



Monday, August 26, 2019

WHAT IS IS NOT 


What is is not
what we say it
is, not even

the half of it.
It is larger
than the shape

a mouth can form,
larger than breath
and the fiction

breath can make
of those things
which we speak.



Sunday, August 25, 2019

SHADOW 


Shadow of
the vulture,

the shades of
death. Darkness

rides the wind,
patient for

what comes next.



Saturday, August 24, 2019

WIND ACROSS 


Wind across
the grasses.

Nothing else
touches them

now but light.



Friday, August 23, 2019

SOMEONE / WRITES 


Someone
writes the world

or the world
writes him.

This is
how it is

every morning.



Thursday, August 22, 2019

SUDDEN HAWK 


Sudden hawk.
A universe

opens
in its flash.

Another
closes.

You hold
your breath.



Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Enough Crows 


Enough crows
to choke the sky.

Not enough
to speak of God.



Tuesday, August 20, 2019

YES, HE SAYS 


Yes, he says,
death

is the
unanswered

gesture.


Monday, August 19, 2019

THE LONG SHADOWS 


The long shadows
of morning,

the day ahead
farther than

their reach, wind
coming in

like sorrow.
Nothing's promised.

Take what's left.


Sunday, August 18, 2019

OLD MAN 


He thinks
he knows

where he
is, when

suddenly
he doesn't.

The world
has turned.



Saturday, August 17, 2019

GREEN AIR 


Green air
beneath
empty sky.

August's
promise
is not kept.

Shadows
leap at
silence.



Friday, August 16, 2019

EVEN AT THE RIVER 


I see
once again

the cottonwoods
have not learned

to listen.



Thursday, August 15, 2019

DO NOT SAY 


Do not say
love

when you mean
hot nights

in July.



Wednesday, August 14, 2019

ALL NIGHT 


All night
the fields

have waited
for day.

Sun comes.
A hawk

cuts the sky
as if to say

it's morning
again and

that's enough.



Sunday, August 11, 2019

Lord, lord, 



Lord, lord,
the day says

about to
break, light

like fire
in a god's

eye, the wind
like her breath.



Saturday, August 10, 2019

FACEBOOK COMMENT 


The universe
tends toward

entropy,
they say.

You can't put
spilled milk

back into the
broken glass.



Thursday, August 08, 2019

AT THE END 


When finally
the light

lets go,
wherever

it goes,
I follow.



Wednesday, August 07, 2019

MORNING 


Where
the monarch
butterfly

lights,
light.



Tuesday, August 06, 2019

THE BLESSING 


The blessing
of this poem,
he said, is

when it's done
it stays done.



Monday, August 05, 2019

THIS IS 


This is
the same
light which

blessed us
last time,
he said,

before
we lost
our way.



Sunday, August 04, 2019

SOMETIMES / WANTING 


Sometimes
wanting is
enough.

Patience,
the worm on
the hook.

Wait for it.



Saturday, August 03, 2019

WHERE THERE'S 


Where there's
wind, light

dances with
leaves. That

beauty
should not go

unremarked.



Friday, August 02, 2019

THERE IS SO 


There is so
much I do

not wish to
say: this is

its essence,
poetry,

not saying.



Thursday, August 01, 2019

SOMETIMES 


Sometimes what we want
is to stand at the

edge of the void and
imagine what it

is like to fall to
a darkness filled with

the last of every
hope. Sometimes it is

enough simply to say
good-bye, God-speed, love.



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