Shadows
playing,
Giacometti
lady
strolls
ahead of me!
Cloud
calligraphy
Ink
wash brushwork, - only tries
to
emulate such strokes!
A whole flock- black birds
like a Japanese folding screen
--fanning over
space.
A
coyote sniffs,
forages under a full moon-
skeletal
scavenger!
Steps
of passing ghosts,
awake
me –almost nightly,
at
Dorland - acorns fall
My
heart is beating
loudly
– drowning out night sleep
--cougar stalking prey.
--Green
bell by the gazebo-
What
songs do you hold?
tufted
ears; a bob cat in my yard,
--just watching the birds.
Desert
camouflage, but still
---Reich’s
“Desert music” !
Zen
raking footprints
Erased,
after each day’s journey,
Down
and up the mountain
Cleaning
the rosemary –
Tearing
out old vines—gripping,
strangling
the new growth.
Hewn
logs and kindling,
Fire
making in the cottage
--embers
warm the walls.
I surprise a bird
who
opening his beak, releases
a
butterfly-- freed!
Clouds
tails telegraph.
White
wavy lines signal changes
--hot,
cold, rainy, clear!
Up
and down the hill
to
reach the house, -- now, and then,
when
I was a child.
Black
crows caw- cawing,
mourning
dove, cooing, cooing,
dawn
-- Black cat watching
Mid
morning, subtle doe
Grazing
on oak grove,
--risking
my eye gaze
Sitting
on the ledge
Overlooking
Temecula valley
--sage
scent surroundings!
Timid
bunnies hide
On
sighting –freeze, ears alert
--cotton
tails bobbing!
Up
in the high clouds,
aerial
world view, horizon
level
– sky way path!
Gun
shots punctuate
Dorland
s quiet tranquil space,
--killing
peace makes war.
Days
shorten one minute
Each
day until the Solstice –
Winter
skies, grey blue.
Johann
Christian Dahl
brush
strokes paint wintry skies clouds
---Palomar
landscape.
Stones
in my pocket ,
Quartz,
grey and white, pink; no river
-- into which to walk!
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