Looking Beyond the Leaves

STARFIELDS

A field of darkened, lemondropped velvet,
A puff of my white breath.
And the sky, so deep and heartless...
Lingers beyond my tiny grasp,
And I dream into the depths,
Wondering, hoping that someday
My soul will soul in the endless times
Between the glorious stars.

March 10, 1999

SNOW

feathered and thick
falls the snow from the sky.
falling, falling, falling away.
I could watch it all day.
stark trees plunged into milky white.
small dots of void across their limbs.
flurry, beautiful snow.
hide the shame of the cold, naked winter.

the beauty beyond my window
is only a mirror of my heart.
of the lovely, fresh things it feels.
of the dreams I hold dear.

February 8, 1999

SNOWFLURRY OF LIFE (an english assignment)

My life drifts with lazy tranquitly.
It has no need to hurry to the ground.
It defies gravity, shifting with silent peace.
Across invisible shelves of time.

Dusk brushes back hazy memories.
Tints the air with blue darkness.
It has no need to hurry to an end.
Silence of sound, muffled by dreams.

Life defies gravity, shifting with silent peace.
Stark cold witer air brushes my cheeks.
Blue fades to black dark.
Crossing invisible shelves of time.

My life drifts with lazy tranquitly.
Dusk brushes back hazy memories.
Silence of sound, covered by thick snow.
Stark air touches my tears.

ALDER TREE

feathering
each leaf is distinct
shaped like a dog's ear
feathered like a golden
just a tree to someone else
but a friend to me,
is this tree.

Like down;
feather down.
A dina over limbs,
soft and billowing.
homely
to thee,
but not to me.

WILDERBEAST SELF

The blue sky clear
Above the shining does
Singing of the greatest deer
And of mighty foes.
Come gently to this Earth
Let me slid the rule
Yours is no easy birth
Stubborn as a mule.
Slightly, silently of the trail
Lost in so many webs
Quiet, don't lose the mail
Soft as so many beds
Why, oh why, do I?
Is it only for a sigh
And to remember come May?
Have I gone astray?

-April 18, 1997

EARLY SUMMER/LATE SPRING

Beautiful, lovely day!
Streaming sunlight
Endless sapphire skies,
Perfect, waveless warmth.
Adventure on the way,
Trails beckoning,
Discovery to be delivered.
Cool soil beaten by cloven hooves,
Glowing green leaves above my head.
Secret meadows,
Perfect in silhouette,
Emerald, dry, grass.

Leaves.
Crushed, beaten, rotting.
Needles of pine, hemlock, old growth.
Buzzing honey bee in shadowed rot,
Steep, difficult climb.
No, dog, wrong way.
Up, more, up.
Game trails, need exploration.
Rest.
Down now, down
Towards those tiny houses so far below.
Freedom in the air.
Oh, so free.....
Free and gone.

-April 19, 1997

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