Snow Snow Snow

My mind is full of snow.

Air turns soft with feathered light–
ten thousand stars falling to earth,
a nest of dreams in winter down,

nothing but stillness
and heart hushed with wonder.

Hunger

Full moon

deer crunch frost-bitten grass
white tails, short beards quiver in the cold
ears alert, noses hoaried by first snow
crystallized breath, falling, falling
into tree shadows long against a blue white earth

nothing but silence
                   and ice-jawed winter,
gnawing from inside out. 

   

  
  
  

The Cure Lies in the Curse

I am Lot’s wife
having looked back
became a frozen stone,
a statue of salt,

but now
having stood all these years
with the rain and desert storms,
world dropping down
to the ground,
my rigid silence
dissolves into tears.

This has demanded time
and the sure-rhythmed seasons of life
to cast my eyes forward again,

knowing that 

release 

is the eventual way of all things.

  

  

 

Waking After the Storm

Morning after rain,
Earth rests in reverie,
Soaking up jeweled silence.

 

Rock Meditation

mountain tops piled with stones in ancient Dartmoor

Lying on the ground,
back curled up to soil,
dead wood, leaves, winter’s dreams.

I rest like snow,
a rock lodged deep,
inert, still, silent yet
full of presence.

I wait here on the ground,
not for anything or anyone
but
for waiting itself,
knowing nothing but

this.

No need for questions
     -- not on the ground.
No need for beliefs
or reasons why, how or where
because I am

simply

lying

on the ground

resting on earth
a billion years in the making of
now.

That is enough
      more than enough
assurance for me here
in this moment,
lying on the ground.
 
 
 

Red Birds Laughing

Something drew me out
from a long unsensing sleep
into the woods behind my house.

Maybe it was the snow melting into sunshine
or the blue morning deepening into noon.
Maybe it was the red birds laughing outside my window

or perhaps it was the silence
between their songs giving way
to another world awakening from seed.