Category Archives: poetry

stars (a villanelle)

the stars are bright on the mountain top
above the sooty City haze
I lie here and take them in

the constellations, code of ages
a steady rhythm through the days
the stars are bright on the mountain top

they tell their story to the sages
high in the sky, a celestial maze
I lie here and take them in

and marvel at the wars that gravity wages
they still burn brightly all ablaze
the stars are bright on the mountain top

watching history turn its pages
listening to us sing their praise
I lie here and take them in

hydrogen and helium, their fighting rages
they hold me in their silent gaze
the stars are bright on the mountain top
I lie here and take them in

I See the Colorado River Flowing West

driving down the highway
I see the Colorado River flowing west
now alfalfa stacked high on a semi-truck

water diverted
into fertile fields, now
driving down the highway

the Delta lies parched
ancient fertile estuaries transformed, instead
now alfalfa stacked high on a semi-truck

I see the Colorado River flowing west
60 miles an hour
driving down the highway

food for cows
which are food for people, but just
now alfalfa stacked high on a semi-truck

Rocky Mountain runoff
hydration and nourishment for the thirsty Gulfo de California
driving down the highway
now alfalfa stacked high on a semi-truck

I Wake Up and I am Dreaming (villanelle)

I wake up and I am dreaming
Walking brisk on seaside trail
Full moon on the water gleaming

Falling stars in black sky streaming
Such is my midnight’s tale
I wake up and I am dreaming

Ocean waves the sand redeeming
Full force wind a salty gale
Full moon on the water gleaming

Thermal currents flight paths scheming; Eagle’s call a primal screaming
Freefall to the sea below; Direction altered by feathered tail
I wake up and I am dreaming

Pulsing sea below is teeming
Krill effervescent, Life abundant feeds the whale
Full moon on the water gleaming

Are these things real or are they seeming
On air and water I do sail
I wake up and I am dreaming
Full moon on the water gleaming

3rd grade haiku

a small newborn fawn
sleeping in a green meadow
awakes with the sun