High along the ridge

High along the ridge
the old wooden fence, fallen –
no longer keeping

anybody in
or out.

And last but not least, number 31 for the January 2012 river of stones...

Buddha sits zazen

Buddha sits zazen,
more enlightened than me
even though made of stone.

number 30, a river of stones...

A chocolate chip

A chocolate chip
stolen from the dough –
my tongue works it slow…

a river of stones, number 29...

I wake before

I wake before
the alarm - turn it off,
close my eyes again.

number 28, a river of stones...

One dead skunk, stinking

One dead skunk, stinking,
one black suitcase, abandoned,
beside the road.

number 27, a river of stones...

Sun kissed

Sun Kissed
I piss
from the mountains edge.

number 26, a river of stones...

Apologies if this is TMI for some, but life is life. 

Sometimes it seems

Sometimes it seems
my skull cannot contain
my dreams…

number 25, a river of stones...

As I step outside

As I step outside
the cricket song
dies…

number 24, a river of stones...

Two for a river of stones

Up before the sun
but not nearly
so bright.

***

Dreamed I was eating
wood, twigs and branches snapping
between my teeth.


numbers 22 & 23, a river of stones...
 

Driving Highway 1

Driving Highway 1
in the driving rain,
dodging falling rocks.

number 21, a river of stones...

After loving the cat

After loving the cat,
the lint brush.

number 19, a river of stones...

Watching the trees dance

Watching the trees dance,
great pines swaying gently,
I hear wind chimes…

number 18, a river of stones...

Scrub Jay, blue and gray

Scrub Jay, blue and gray,
lights on the rail, calls out
and flies away…

Number 17, January 2012 river of stones...

It’s cool in the valley

It’s cool in the valley,
beneath the trees,
where the sun never penetrates
the canopy of leaves.

Number 16, January 2012 river of stones...

2 for a river of stones

After splitting wood
the afternoon so quiet –
a crow caw caw caws…


***
 
Running all night
in my dreams, I’m glad to wake
still in bed.
 
Numbers 14 & 15, January 2012 river of stones...

Cleaning the fireplace

Cleaning the fireplace,
last night’s ash inhaled – black
when I blow my nose.

Number 13, January 2012 river of stones...

Crow

Crow
atop a pine tree
calls down to me…


Number 12, January 2012 river of stones...

The cat in my lap

The cat in my lap
purrs and gazes
right into my eyes.

Number 10, January 2012 river of stones...

In the laptop screen

In the laptop screen
my own reflection
staring back at me.

Number 9, January 2012 river of stones...

Contrail ascending

Contrail ascending
through clear blue
into the sun.


Number 8, January 2012 river of stones...