Now...

shoes,
clothes,
gloves,
jacket,
hat,
sunglasses,
now
I am
an alien
to my own
planet...

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.