3/27/12
3/26/12
Bridge Over A Divide
Crossing over to another side...
Each time I approach a bridge
which crossing goes another place,
a breath, a flinch, a loaded cartridge,
briefly fears gun barrel firing into space,
since on the other side is a ridge.
Now having traversed span trepidation aside
up and over crest, rocks crunched underfoot,
crushed to reach what is over divide.
Finding oasis cultivated with deep taproot,
With arbor replacing bridge over path as guide.
3/25/12
3/23/12
Out of Range
The remote path is richly kaleidoscopic...
Roadway roughly wrangled into earth,
rambling up and down side to side
beeline but written slightly bent toward peaks.
Bordered cottonwood, aspen, oak, pine
bearing chroma spring in streaming streaks,
testifying broken back of winter.
Predawn morning destination is fixed in sights.
He and I expedition to burrow deep into furrows
of distant mountainside for respite.
Far from inquiring minds and busy bodies,
which distract, disquiet lives that don't fit,
although settled long ago into embracing accord.
Roadway roughly wrangled into earth,
rambling up and down side to side
beeline but written slightly bent toward peaks.
Bordered cottonwood, aspen, oak, pine
bearing chroma spring in streaming streaks,
testifying broken back of winter.
Predawn morning destination is fixed in sights.
He and I expedition to burrow deep into furrows
of distant mountainside for respite.
Far from inquiring minds and busy bodies,
which distract, disquiet lives that don't fit,
although settled long ago into embracing accord.
3/22/12
3/21/12
3/20/12
Leave-Taking
Nature is a sentiment...
Post hard spring rain,
that soaked needy desert floor,
there a single droplet remains.
Clasped to twig leaf branch,
unwilling to take leave,
and fall without the chance,
to bid adios to burgeoning flowers.
Assignees of the tiny water beads
contribution to baptizing largesse,
a rich offering to arid land enhanced.
Post hard spring rain,
that soaked needy desert floor,
there a single droplet remains.
Clasped to twig leaf branch,
unwilling to take leave,
and fall without the chance,
to bid adios to burgeoning flowers.
Assignees of the tiny water beads
contribution to baptizing largesse,
a rich offering to arid land enhanced.
3/19/12
3/18/12
3/16/12
Sitting and Resting My Booted Feet
In quilted emerald fields of desert clover...
I've been trampling long over high desert terrain
A range covering dry sand and silt alternating gravel and rocks,
Sockets of arid thistle, punctuated with prickly pears and creosote.
Trudging, mostly looking at the ground to avoid the sun,
In a slow ocular dawning my eye corner notices a damp wash.
A centerline trickle of water causes my head to tilt and squint in the sun.
Ah ha! The wash widens ascending down with alluvial fan's beaded streams,
Pouring from mesa lined with deep tap rooted bushes and in between
A rich overlay of desert clover to rest my feet while sitting on a boulder.
Enveloping my boots it tantalizes my feet before being soaked in cool water.
I've been trampling long over high desert terrain
A range covering dry sand and silt alternating gravel and rocks,
Sockets of arid thistle, punctuated with prickly pears and creosote.
Trudging, mostly looking at the ground to avoid the sun,
In a slow ocular dawning my eye corner notices a damp wash.
A centerline trickle of water causes my head to tilt and squint in the sun.
Ah ha! The wash widens ascending down with alluvial fan's beaded streams,
Pouring from mesa lined with deep tap rooted bushes and in between
A rich overlay of desert clover to rest my feet while sitting on a boulder.
Enveloping my boots it tantalizes my feet before being soaked in cool water.
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