September Hilltop
from up there
we could see
for miles.
and something
spoke in
whispers,
about a view
(we gladly
didn't miss)
mostly it
was unspoiled
it seemed,
from where
we stood high
on the trail,
looking over
so much of
such beauty.
again, we had
to learn
to breathe.
they say it is
a noxious
invader
attractive
nuisance
i believe
you cannot
touch it, it is
poisonous
in general
a toxic mess.
but when i look
i see such
beauty and,
i find that
difficult
to understand...
Missing Fishermen
where are they gone,
those men in boats?
my scene is like
a wilderness.
no floating garbage
can be seen.
it's hard
to understand.
water pure,
and air so clean...
(hard to imagine
where they've been)
a day like this
(the sun is warm)
nothing like a
coming storm...
men in big parkas
or light coats,
i cannot see them
or their mess,
it's not just
water, air or land
it's everywhere
a man might stand!
where are they gone,
those men in boats?
my scene is like
a wilderness.
there's a wild thing
in our backyard,
under a lilac bush,
sheltering from
mid-day heat,
in such cool shade
as may be found.
we fenced our lawn
to keep our small dogs
safe inside,
thinking that
wild things
might find it
easier to
walk away.
mule deer, have
a different view
of how things
might be, stepping
right over
as if it wasn't
there, and rest
freely in our
safe shade,
adding to
the beauty
nature's made
Green Patch
we should not
call them weeds
(respecting life)
they may not
be so welcome
in our yards
but they
announce it
springtime
when it's right.
a time comes
when we grow
green in that
summer light
and glow
such beauty
as is in us,
that it shows
if we are weeds,
unwanted and
unloved
we should be
so determined,
push and shove
grow strong
and thrive
in our own way
"show personality"
is what they
like to say!
we all are
beautiful,
somewhere inside
something
really wonderful,
we cannot hide
South View With Fog
we like
to think
we are
amazing
(superior
almost
godlike)
like past
and future,
our view
is vague
looking south
at our lake
through fog
or rain,
there is
a limit to
our vision
looking south,
the end
cannot be seen
Shade Under a Lilac
mule deer
lounge quietly
under a
lilac bush
i planted
for her
pretty like
a picture,
resting
in the shade,
safety in
our backyard
all their
dues are paid
flowers
in our garden
bloom and
fade and fall
mule deer
come and
rest, go
at will
our lives
are complicated
and seem, to us
so grand
wild things
so beautiful,
so hard to
understand
Wet Yellow Iris
wading knee deep
in a flooded lake,
a yellow iris
somehow survives
and will grow
(a delicious
miracle)
in weeks to come
we should
try to gather
strength
in adversity,
and maybe we too
can bloom
in such a
spectacular
fashion
wading knee deep
in a flooded lake,
a yellow iris
somehow survives
