A Coal Creek Elm

I believe
it is an elm
holding a pose
in this canyon,
by this stream;
an interpretative dance,
mirroring the canyon
and the sky;
a still, patient stance,
gathering winter light.
I dance with this elm
for a moment,
I believe.

Sometimes Hope Blooms In Our Window

The Mystery

the "tunnel"

Escalente, Utah.

living beyond my dreams

Do Lichen Dream of the Stars?

Made of star stuff,
formed in the giant stars of the past,
as is our earth,
as are we,
do lichen dream of the stars,
beneath the same night skies
that we dream of?

With New Eyes

Oh, to see with new eyes!
What I have seen a thousand times.
Oh, to see as a child again!
Without all the labels and names.

We're Not There Yet

Looking ahead on the path,
I look for the end,
I look for our goal,
I look for triumph.
We're not there yet.

I look for the end of killing,
I look for the end of violence,
I look for the end of hatred.
We're not there yet.

I look for peace,
I look for hope,
I look for benevolence,
We're not there yet.

I look for faith,
I look for good,
I look for truth,
I look for God.
We're not there yet.

Are we getting closer?
Are we going the right way?
Are we getting there?
All I know is that
We're not there yet.