"Buck"

A magnificent youg buck came to visit Gypsy and I today. His velvet antlers were hard to see as he ate the corn we had thrown out at the feeding area near Gypsy's 5ft. high cedar post rabbit fence. I went and got my binoculars and checked him out. He was healthy looking and did not seem overly afraid. Gypsy just laid on the cabin porch and watched him eat. Suddenly he turned and ran away. We don't know what scared him. We looked around the woods, but did not see anything that should have chased him away. It was a windy day and sometimes wild animals are a bit edgy with all the wind movement. Later today, I will go out and spread some more seed and corn at the feeding area. The doves, cardinals, jays, rabbits and deer will surely return to entertain us. Mother Nature holds us in her spell, rejoicing at even the smallest frog that jumps around when we water our flowers. There is never a day we don't see some critter to examine and enjoy. Tarantulas are sitting on tree trunks and on the trim around our garage door. They seem to enjoy being around where we are. My neighbor said to put a string on their leg and take them for a walk. I think I will pass on that.
Our Summer days are here already. We have our 95-75 degree days with little rain. We have noticed the absence of mosquitoes, a good side affect of the dry weather. Last year it rained alot and kept our road under water most of the Summer. It has been very windy, with haze from the burning sugarcane fields in Mexico. We will be glad when those fires go out.
We ate eating tomatoes, peppers, arugula, parsley, and peapods growing in our earth
boxes. Fresh grown produce is always the best. The blackberries may make it in spite of the heat. We are in the doldrums of our hot Summer. Like a sailboat sitting quietly waiting for even a slight breeze to move it on its way. We have found a dimension we did not know existed when we felt if we had one free moment in the day we didn't have enough to do. Over scheduling was a way of life and details filled our time. We actually thought we were accompolishing alot. We were still trying to mother when we should have known for the most part those days were over. Live and learn and run away like the buck.

"Fun"

The fun loving squirrels are here
playing in the Angel Patch trees.
Dog Gypsy points
the moves of each one.
There is nothing more fun
under the sun.
Time well spent
so it seems,
filled with so much excitment,
to fill her dreams.
Eyes fluttering.
Paws twitching.
Why is it squirrels
are so bewitching.

"Father Find Me"

"Father Find Me"
I am lost in this world,
not of my making.
How can I be
like the birds in the trees?
Not realizing they don't know
what might be
that will end their singing.
Without one moment of doubt
they sing and frolic about.
As the hand of devastation
moves one inch closer,
let me be free.
"Father Find Me"

"Ego"

Ego please let me go.
Don't hold me so tight,
blinding my sight.
Causing me anguish
and others as well.
Go find your place
in the halls of Hell.
Your masked face,
hiding inside us
sending pain to the light.
Don't think you will win
our being is purely pure.
Our destiny is written
For sure, for sure.

"Fear"

Fear is formless.
It finds me.
Wraps around my thoughts
trying to succeed.
Where do I go, to release its grip?
It pulls me into its power
where my thoughts have taken me.
Find my being stored safely
in the cedar chest
at the foot of times bed.
My emptyness of thought
will send fear screaming.
What holds it?
Who knows?

"Wings"

My soul grew wings today.
Some might think that strange.
The clutter of the world
lost its hold on me.
Things of form are lost,
always lost in the end.
Beginnings can start anytime.
Progress brings surprises
to a stuffy old women.
The curtain went up
showing what was playing
in a life of searching.
Are you getting it?
Grab and hold on.

Footprints"

Can you hear the sound of your footprints?
Turn around and try to walk back in them.
Your feet don't fit the print
left in the sand by years of searching.
You don't fit here and you don't fit there.
Do you have to fit?
Stop trying and just be.
The woods will move in and cover you,
no matter what you do.
Surviving is the trick,
in spite of the suffering
that makes you strong.
Sing your song at the top of your lungs.
Find your footprints and follow them.

"Eyes"

As man walked through their world
they wondered at them.
Following them with their eyes.
Fearing they might come too close.
Not knowing what might happen
when their death knell tolls
Seeing their fear of man
looming like a storm of careless concern
that could end the existence of both.
Knowing something is wrong,
not knowing what to do.
Following their destiny
to the end of the flowers
that would finally cover them.

"Perfect Day"

If I was ask to describe a "Perfect Day,"
I would describe yesterday and today.
Yesterday, a Summer Tananger came to sing,
a sound so sweet and clear,
I stopped to listen as it came near.
Today, a Painted Bunting came to the Angel Patch feeder.
Its color blues, purples, reds, yellows and greens,
the most beautiful bird I have ever seen.
Hummingbirds humming celebate their choices.
Spring flowers in bloom or a feeder nearby.
Morning glories on the fence,
wild flowers painting the woods floor.
The breeze, blue sky, bright shining sun,
who could ask for anything more?

" Happiness and Joy"

Where is happiness
Where is joy
in the clapping hands
of a small boy

Where is happiness
where is joy
somewhere in the twirl
of a small girl

Pristine and clear
young hearts do feel
held tight with love
the stamp and seal

Where do they go
ever so slowly
time is the eraser
etching the slide

When young and pretty
feeling so good
days had no end
time was your friend

Future cast
knots fold in the line
a fish caught at sea
not a good place to be


All else is your chance
What else could there be
Happiness and joy
are the key


If you are lucky
and genes carry you well
some good choices
your future will tell

Old age can be fun
never let it be
updrafts only
a kite in the sky

And don't forget
life is a toy
still in the memory
of that girl and boy

"Crosses"

Crosses row on row
silent in their song
empty of life below
what went wrong?

Too many to number
evenly placed to fit
undisturbed slumber
tombstones just sit

Graveyard voices call
laid to rest at last
stories all
long gone past

Crosses in rows
tell their fate
no ribbons and bows
it's too late

These crosses
for us to see
our great losses
why this should be?

Lest we forget
the crosses call
memories still set
crosses for all

"Love The Love That Lasts"

love the love that lasts
fighting every turn of the screw
to survive the point of focus
that evens out the quaking thoughts
nibbling on the edges of fate
that fickle fingers placed
misplaced idols in the crevice
formed by signatures of scripts
unfolding the sound of silence
that screams loud lessons
unlearned in desperation
found in the grasp of trust
where the end stops
love the love that lasts

"The Last Page"

Falling near the wind
as it holds the cheers
that lift the dreams
of the empire of success
that holds the other side
that will destroy the pillars
of handshakes and hugs
fallen on the timid and weak
creatures caught in the flames
of deception and greed
wallowing in preoccupation of self
loosing the pictures that made up life
contained in the letters
of the last page of the book

A Single Thought"

Tangled feathers fall from the sky
the sea opens its arms
to the last cast in the shadows
where many have fallen to the dust
clutching life as it flows
down the sandy beach
stopped only by the water
where the salt of the blood
mixes with the salt of the sea
lost to the wind of silence
heard by the shadows of time
tormented by the useless chances
that create the distance
to the straight line

"As The Crow Flies"

I want to fly
as the crow flies
just to try
high in the sky

Wings in place
radar as well
wide open space
a story to tell

A straight line it flies
searching for food
hoarse squawking calls
to feed a brood

Black shiny feathers
cover them all
never a tether
free to fall

We see them each day
straight on their way
where we can't say
we know it's ok

Alerting animals for good
if danger is near
doing what they should
without any fear

They do disturb nests
and cause a problem or two
are sometimes pests
until they get through

But my, how they fly
straight to the spot
not judging the sky
and that's quit alot

We just see them up there
where they want to be
not having a care
and best of all free

As the crow flies
I know it's for me
there be no sighs
for flying I'll be

"Maxine"

Life is big when you are small
much you can't reach
too big and tall
what can it teach

Maxine was a big girl
our neighbor as well
dark hair and blue cruel eyes
when she pushed, I fell

She was ten and tall
looking for me
I was six and small
hiding behind that tree


I was leggy and scrawney
the youngest of three
had to stop this brawn
can you see?

What could I do
the days went by
I got a clue
something to try

In front of my house
Maxine was waiting for me
oh say can you see
not a good place for me

My path was not clear
this was abuse
maybe a spear
what's the use

Suddenly a thought
A message for me
without getting caught
I could see

The worst to do
I can win
spit on her shoe
kicked her on the shin

Crying she went
laughing was I
She had been sent
with only one try

She left me sublime
after that chance meet
happiness was mine
as I watched her retreat

"Magnificent, Possibly Severe Thunderstorm"

A "Magnificent, Possibly Severe Thunderstorm" arrived with the first light this morning. The lightening flashed through the cabin windows and the thunder rolled as the heavy rain fell on the metal roof. We opened the windows that are protected by a porch on the front and back of the cabin. The falling rain sounded like a mountain, trout stream, music to our ears. The storm seemed to huddle and hold our cabin in its arms as it slowly moved overhead. We saw shadows of dark objects moving above and through the dark storm clouds. We saw lights flashing, but thought it was just lightening, or was it? We wondered who could possibly move around in such severe storms? Gypsy wanted to go outside to protect her stash. I told her as I have often done before, you cannot go outside when it is lightening. I told her the rabbit, lizard, bird and squirrel mothers are not allowing their offspring to go outside during such a storm. I told her she was not missing anything but possibly being struck by lightening. There was alot of that and when it hit our electric poll, our lights went out and flickered. Now, this was not serious except for the fact that my expresso that was steaming on the electric stove was in peril. The power came back on and my expresso continued to finish up producing my usual morning treat. By this time the storm had moved on past us alittle, but the lightening was still flashingand the thunder was still rumbling. Gypsy and I decided to venture outside and sit on the porch. What a magnificent storm. The air was clear and cool, perfect. We watched the ominous dark clouds as they continued to move on their way, still producing lightening that introduced the thunder that shook the ground under the cabin porch. The rain was gobbled up by the woods so thirsty after a long dry spell. Gypsy kept wanting to leave the porch to check on her buried items and critters. She was keeping close watch for the arrival of her playmates. As she kept trying to sneak off the porch, my resounding no, reminded her it was not a good idea. Each time this happened she would return to her braided, porch rug and sit down by my feet. However, she went to one of her critter observation points just out of my direct vision and jumped off the porch. A bolt of lightening later she was back on the porch, sitting on her rug by my feet. We finally had to move inside due to the arrival of another storm. The lightening and thunder told us to take cover as the heavy rain started. It was still fairly dark, so we came inside and lighted our wick burning rock. As the light flickered around the cabin inside the lightening kept in tune outside. Her toys and biscuits in check, Gypsy came and sat next to me as the thunder once again shook the cabin rattling the windows. I could detect a small shaking as I stroked the soft, white, hair down her back. The thunder unnerves her just a bit, a fact she does not want anyone to know. She came to sit by me, because she knows the lightening and thunder sometimes unnerves me just alittle bit. She is so thoughtful, a truly wonderful girl. She looks after me as any friend and companion would.
The birds return to the log cabin birdfeeder outside our kitchen window, signals the end of the danger of the storms. We are sad to see them go. They have provided us with an interesting and beautiful morning. Spending time with a few magnificent, possibly severe thunderstorms is a treat for us. They told their story well and entertained us for several hours.
Our phone rang several times during these storms, but no one was there when we pick up the phone to answer it. We think it was the aliens who were trying to locate our alien self parking area telling us the weather was too bad for them to land. We were sure we had seen something moving through the clouds, flshing their lights, and now we were pretty sure what it was. Who else could travel in such inclement weather? Who else would travel in "Magnificent, Possibly Severe Thunderstormms?"

"Leftover Thoughts"

Leftover thoughts
roaming in my head
looking for fingertips
clean white pages
for others

Coming from where
no place to go
lost in memory
surviving
wasted

Unfinished business
tired
tried
toiled
spoiled

Save them
what for
thoughts are snakes
crawling
living

Wait
leftover thoughts
will be better
tomorrow
or the next day

"Howard"

Where is Howard
when there is work
to to be done,
out on the golf course
just having fun

Never a care in his
daily life
for he has Nedra
his loyal wife

The house is full, the babies
are crying
but Howard is out
where the golf balls are flying

Nedra has Katie and John
and dinner to prepare
Laura and Rich
are not yet there

Margaret and Temel
are gone as well
leaving Grandma
to do show and tell

Hurry home Howard
grandma is only one
and hard as she tries
she will never get done

She is having fun
grandkids are a joy
her work in never done
with this girl and boy

Nothing she would change
to alter her charge
Katie and John are her range
Grandmas love is large

For all we know
Howard is lamenting
To miss this home show
obligations are preventing

Fun will be had
to those who are here
all will be glad
pass the butter Howard dear

"A Day in the Life of a Blessing"

Blessings are there
drifting in air
round, flat and square
caught by your snare

Bustling about
carrying their clout
fulfilling our doubt
inspiring our route

To many to count
never sold by the ounce
not here to trounce
only to pounce

So, take time today
it's really ok
see what they say
devine in every way

They cushion your past
cover today like a cast
the future so vast
your ships mast

Don't miss them you see
they won't let you be
seeing is the key
there is no fee

Happiness they bring
it's joy they sing
stay on their wing
a gift from the King

Be grateful for all
long, short and tall
life is the call
hang on don't fall

Don't miss the plan
so many can
blessings the fan
for the shadow in man