Dragonfly

Winking at the gods with those luminous blue green eyes,the dragonfly sits perched on my knee, shoulder, head;and as I duck under for another cool dip, she is there,waiting, hovering in the golden bands of bright summersunlight while the loons’ tremolo bounces...

Montañas

Adrift in the flow of it all, I barely knowwhen night turns her face to the sunthese days, so many springtime pursuits,and there are streams that beckon, flowingwildly as long as snowmelt from higheraltitudes drives water down the BorrachaCanyon into the settlement of...