Dark green pines stab feckless blue skySummer glistens lazy petting the hurried creekHat Creek;dauntless touristdark with secretsbright with promiseever travelingNeeding to knowwhat’s beyond the bendand the one beyondCrystal clear poetry slaps my bare feetlaps against green carpetrefills shorebound poolsfeeds the eddy by the logkeeps me from sizzling
in the sultry august heat
Hat Creek, Old Station, CA. 2005
Freckled river bottom
beneath silvered window
covers her treasures in moss
hiding tadpoles from gaping mouths
Green dragonfly,
flitting, skittering
across a sparkling life.
Touching truth
when truth allows.
At twilight, I recline
to watch the wind
dance the dying light silver
across cottonwood trees
the cool releases me
even as the smell
of baked timber lingers
in the evening air
sifting
from the pines, creaking
in the welcome breeze
© 2005