Dewy Thoughts

Morning dreams rising thick and silky in misty morning


What was that I was thinking…dreaming…Sand through the fingers


Deep thick water with ropy waves


And the little lizards demand all the flat, dry places.


Dewy thoughts


Pieces of the sky washed up at the waters edge

Dawn breaks and pieces of the sky scattered and washed up on the shore

Dead calm before the rising of the sun

And out on the lake, an insects view of the world

Poking the pond a thousand times until the world is ripple wonderful

Sky Watcher

Daybreak: The Illumination of the Soul






Laughing Robes

Morning Clothes

Divine indignation

Nemesis of the divine



Cloud reader

Maker of mirrored pools

Sky watcher

Cloud groomer


Maker of mirrored pools and sunny days

And an aching sky full of promise

Lay bout the grass

Communing with dew and birdsong

A thin veil of film clouds against the vault of blue

The end of summer revealed


Celestial

Raining Acid

A national park Geyser makes it rain acid


In the distance a mountain range Cut out of the dark blue felt


Mountains rising through the high, thin, desert air


Between the mountain and the geyser an ocean of shifting sand




( A thousand years ago, between sword, sand and the unforgiving sun some perished
in the desert)



Other Lands