the mountains
August 12, 2008
the mountains watch us
grandparents in a chair
we play at their feet
haiku
July 20, 2008
the mountain curves down
cups the stream in bedrock –
eternal playmates
quicksilver stream
mixes gold and crimson leaves
coloring motion
tonight we huddle
blazing fire gives forth
all we require
a twisp of clouds
approach the silver face
a watching moon
disco moon
July 20, 2008
appalachia
July 7, 2008
the footpath scrambles
deeper into this ravine
stones tumble ahead
Dick Cheney’s Picture Book of Energy – page 6
March 24, 2008
Scars give Mother Earth more character!
leave that tree alone
January 12, 2008
Tonight Buddy and I roamed the streets of our town. He is an Airedale terrier and loves to be vigilant. Unfortunately his eyesight is not keen and he will often mistake something like a fire hydrant for a possible attacker.
Along our route were many discarded Christmas trees abandoned at curbside. Perceiving them as critters, Buddy would pitch forward on the leash at each sighting. It made these sad encounters refreshingly comical.
I could not help but reflect on all the resources we put into these trees: the time, land, labor, fertilizer, pesticide, herbicide, shipping, selling, buying, decorating, stripping, tossing, and disposing. Over 100 million of these trees are harvested worldwide each year. It seems a waste.
against a grey sky
November 13, 2007
a last leaf holds on
brown and brittle it shakes
losing small pieces
long journey
October 17, 2007
the sky rests
upon the earth
in a pond
dying for Christmas
January 20, 2007
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
trimmed
sang to
and toasted
(rip a suckling child
from its mother)
(put makeup on a statue)
(be happy at a rape)
now lies on
its side
alone
with her hooks
and tinsel
riffling in the wind
qazse 