Poem – Captured Halos

The black morning hides tall pine trees
rising against the star filled sky.

The silence broken only by the canines response
to the pack of coyotes and their screams.

A heavy mist hugs the wet ground
and stones glistened with the slightest light.

Through the drifting smoke
the scattered sun brings to life the forest

illuminated in halos captured in photos
that will help remember the peace and quiet.

Poem – Where the Color Comes From

The lonely path tunneled
through the daily routine
and expectations.

The tunnel became your
gateway and hiding place,
a retreat when life
became too real, a distraction.

Did you ever see the
colors of the sunset?

Or even then was
the winter sun awash of colors,
a gray scale landscape
pushing you inward?

Poem – Infinity

Removed from the city
even for an afternoon
layers of stress and blocks
fall away, replaced by what
the wind brings, what the
trees take, and what the animals
are willing to share.

How else to rebuild the soul
than to witness firsthand
the infinite cycle of nature,
of earth, of home?






Focus – Sundress Academy for the Arts

Sundress Publications, located in Tennessee, is a non-profit publisher of books and host to various workshops and retreats.  They are currently working on restoring a farmstead to provide a space for residencies – The Sundress Academy for the Arts..

What intrigues me most about Sundress is their focus on integrating writing and the arts with nature.  Something that is sorely missed from everyday life.

Please check out their websites and their mission.

Winter’s Last Stand

Spent the weekend clearing the last visages of winter as snow and ice had become 5-foot tall hills.  Beneath the mounds, earth sprang forth with cold water, brown and reddish mud, and single blades of green grass.  Spring has been dormant, waiting for the veil to be removed.

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Early dusk light
scatters through curved
pine branches reaching
toward the soft, wet earth.

Tiny prisms individually
cast light in thin
strands; collectively the
forest removes a green veil
revealing the light of unknown
spectrums, a primal
energy my human eyes may see.

Light and shadows reverse roles –
earth spews white and yellow light –
spider webs catch, consume, and release –

I lie upon the earth
in utter silence while this
plays out, and I swallow
the haze engulfing the forest.

What structure and rules
we were taught as children
have no meaning here
and I return to an empty mind.

Time becomes foreign
three realms of past,
future, and present
dissipate into white smoke.

Left with a state of being
it becomes what I choose
and what I come to accept
from the land.

Poem – Lady in the Forest

For earth day…

2012-09-22 15.20.28I awoke in the boreal forest
white pine reaching skyward, a canopy of shadow
a secret deep within the green walls, reflected hues off
the morning dew, shimmers when the wind arrives

I sought guidance from the lady
the lady in the forest
with streaking blood red locks
a look of calm across pursed lips

the lady in the forest does not sleep
does not cry, does not leave, she stands
tall atop cut face rock, meandering river of gold
flowing swiftly beneath her feet

the lady in the forest breathes
deeply, yet with silence
gentle are her words encircling
the fauna and flora inhabiting the superior forest

the lady in the forest sighs twice each day
in the morning when the first ray is cast
and in the evening when the
midnight sun assumes its place in the Heavens

Retreat Building, 09/08/12

Work on the retreat has been going well the past few weeks.  Though our time has been tight and hectic, when it comes to nature and the vision we are working towards, it is worth it.  Today, Patti completed painting of the interior in a greenish/brownish color, depending on how much sunlight streams through the trees.  I spent most of my time with the hard chore of burning brush piles and dried wood.  Such a tough job!  Since most of the retreat is pine trees, there is a couple inch carpet of dried pine needles and many dried branches and twigs.  This made for an intense mid-day bonfire.

In between the chores we took time for lunch and sat within the silence of nature and whispering pine trees.  The ravens that visit each weekend could be heard circling nearby, no doubt searching for their lunch.


I retreated for a few days to recover from a customary headache and finally are a bit back to normal.  I have been writing an essay about Dreams and Reality that will be posted on Friday.  In the meantime, I will have a new poem later this evening.

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