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In Tenebrous Time
Faces in the trees
every cloud every sky
reveals my mind to me
Floating purple clouds
of rhododendron
In a barkless red hollow
the tree associated with Mary
Showed me her apparition
then became something else
The price of every disaster is renewal
The Moon knows three words:
seen, reflected, hidden.
The Lord is life and lamp unto me.
Early Easter AM
Stone walls bridge the air
Bells come down the creeky
Leafy mazes map the buildings
Pow wow on the third story
Postcard view of a re-enacted forest
In tall windows over the drum circles
Bulky evening star
vertiginous balcony
O the discus moon
Despite heavy rain
hummingbirds bounce in trees
flowers are forthright
Sign nailed to a tree
says danger falling acorns
wooden bench nearby
Tilden Park Easter Sunday
Crows in the Oaks
The twisty old Oaks
Always a peak reached
When you follow thoughts
Slow glides the owl
Over the sunny meadow
Over the heads of children
No one looks up
A path--trillium and mossy roots
A patch--serrated clouds blue sky
Pitch black crows in the Oaks
The twisty old Oaks
A cat is wary when it's drinking.
A dream of a bear wearing a black leather sport coat in my apartment.
Occasioned by a BBC TV news bit about "Krishna," a black sloth bear
adopted by a village in India. When they had tried to chase off his
mother and cubs, he was left behind.
birdsong/flowers/the stoned boat
A deuce of moons this May
silent fir trees in mist
fairy folk fold their cards
Marbled red and green
that deeply-colored glass vase
is a soft flower
Roadside stand in Sunderland
The farmer taps
on the car window of memory
The ghost of a sycamore
moves through the dust
At the heart of things
red dots in the conifers
the last of the moon
undersea egypt pours into the vacuum left by an hour glass
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