Twilight Zone

twilight time
patient quiet
gentle soft
gone quickly
like a young lover
who holds you spellbound
timely fragile
like snow in warm hands
melting away
between grasping
invisable fingers
taking its turn
each day becoming
the twilight zone

On Line

if you don't understand
line after line
look under yourself
maybe behind
think away all you know
what you have learned
what is for sure
picture yourself
like you were before
before you forget
look between the lines
color outside your lines
put it all on the line

Red Leaves

when the red leaves fall
light finds the crystal
power is there
in the mist
hands reach
minds search
a loaf of life
sliced into numbers
wailing at the wall
stumbling crumbling
after the bowed head
simple syrup
grilled cheese
checkmate
knowing no end
after the red leaves fall

Lingering

in the thick morning fog
freshly blooming yuccas
form dancing ghosts
as they gently sway
to the music they hear
breezily tuned
from the other side
of the unseen hills
whispering
what can't be heard
of a story
that should never
be told

Mind Path

pain is like
the mercury
in a thermometer
goes up and down
revealing a secret
that lies deep
in your soul
it will leave
if you give
it
a mind path

Love

Love
is like
fire
and
ice

Itch

Only an itch
knows
how long
it needs
to be
scratched

Mothers Day 2010

beautiful sunrise
quiet calm peaceful
alone with my old dog gypsy
sitting on the stone steps
of the cabin porch
pondering mothers day
Jesus came up the path
we made for Him
He brought deer
fox and rabbit
and many birds
including our favorite
indigo bunting
we watched and were
grateful for these
very special gifts
making this
a heavenly day

Copper Blue

the hawk came
and told me
the fox
was here
indigo child
so far away
gigolo to
unwelcome times
the river
finds its pace
in the dark
as well
as in the light
your shadow
in copper blue
so will you

There is a Problem

there is a problem
brewing under the metal roof
above the feral cat porch
here at caras alien ranch
in the leaping frog woods
the wrens built their nest
under the edge
of the cabins metal roof
where it pulled away
forming an opening
just the right size
there is a problem
this is the spot
where the logs join
locking into place
exposing their ends
forming steps
the cats can easily climb
something had to be done
my daughter sarah and I
put up the stepladder
I handed her rocks
the right size to fill
the space between the logs
taking away the cats ability
to reach the nest
anticipating cats
still sit in a nearby tree
and on the porch
listening watching and waiting
pointing out to us
there is a problem
how to protect the babies
when they leave the nest
tension is mounting
perhaps a net?

The Mothering of Hadley Jace

girls are born to be mothers
they trust and love
it is evident already
in the actions
of my beautiful
granddaughter Hadley Jace
at just alittle over
a year old
she is already helping you out
by offering things
to your hand and smiling at you
most of the time
telling you you are ok
in her eyes
making you feel better
about yourself
she is nurturing all those about her
like the mother
I am sure she will someday be
I hope I can help her alittle
on her adventure into life
her light has shined from the beginning
brightening our days
helping us to revisit our childhood
to recapture the wonder
in discovering the first
of everything

Fox

quiet dusk
first one fox
then two
every evening
hushing us down
showing us
the quiet
in the dusk

Mother

There is something
you don't know
about my mother.
She carried a picture
of movie star
Joseph Cotten
in her billfold.
Perhaps, if you
are of the right
vintage, you will
understand why.
This may tell you
alot about my mother.
It did me.

Woody Woodpecker

remember woody woodpecker cartoons
with his funny laughing call
shown during the previews
at the dime black and white movies
at the princess theatre on mainstreet
the same place you went to see
roy rodgers and dale evans on saturday night
and if the theatre was full
as it might well be
you shared a seat
you walked the three blocks to main street
and on to the movies
it was safe in those days
in a small rural ohio farming community
everyone knew everyone
and looked out for them

the woods has introduced us
to another neat woodpecker
oh I don't mean like a cool one
I mean neat like tidy
he eats the suet we put out
in the peanut butter sandwich sized feeder
with small inch by half-inch open rectangles
he sticks in his beak and flies off with a treat
what is neat about him is
he starts at the square
on the far right bottom row
then systematically moves to the left
space by space until that row is gone
then he moves up a row
and in the same orderly fashion
returns again and again
we refill and get the next
neat repeat

thats all folks