Rise

Reduced now to ashes, I rise from the fires of transformationagain and again, and it gets wearying sometimes, all this deathand resurrection, so many incarnations within one lifetime,and occasionally I struggle with perceptions of others,the young simply trying to...

Circle of Life

I went back not in time, but in topographical memory,to a place where leaves swirl and tumble into crosshatchednetworks of red and gold and green, lying still as delayedspringtime in roadside piles, now in varying shadesof umber, sienna, ochre and dun, fashioning soil...

The Meeting

Today I saw a mountain lion, absentwas my phone or camera, and I might nothave thought of those anyway, rapture beingthe single emotion that leapt in my heart; She was hunkered close to the ground,casting the dogs and me a backward glancewith a twitch of her long,...

The Petal Fell

As I watched and wept, my beautiful roses,planted deep and well in this nutrient-deficient soil, desert dirt; raised bedscreated by the former owner, filled witha mixture of native turf and whatever he could find, and I added dozens of bags of topsoiltilled in by...