Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Spirit Bears

Sun bear sleeps in mountain flowers
Moon bear wades a rushing stream
Dark bear dances in my dreams
Light bear flies in icy air—

Sun bear deep in mountain thyme
Black bear strides with moon glazed hair
White bear swims the green salt sea—
                                      All and ever spirit bears.

My bears dance with me everywhere.
You may not see them but you will know
My midnight dark and noon delight.

 My white hot, my ice blue cold
In forests, meadows, streams and seas

My spirit bears strong and bold.

Friday, September 8, 2017


Pendulums of kangaroos
 swing over the plain
Eyes of peregrine as it stoops
Swift feet of cheetahs in hot pursuit
Velcro toes of geckos on ceilings and walls
Slick penguins soar under water
Spiderlings float over on parachutes
Scallops jet along the sea bed—
As for me? That’s what I see
On my TV.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017



Hardy as upright pioneer women
Wearing hot pink sun bonnets
Rambling over sea side banks
Sending out tangled shoots
Like green tatting.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Lake Superior

Lake Superior

Ice and snow in slow
where wild wolf packs
under a copper moon—
after an eclipse
Their howlings spiral

wolf music echoes
  off  stone cliffs
and countless sibilant sea caves
where blue ice lingers still
into late April.

Lake Nipigon waters spill
Lake Superior fills
 and all waterfalls
trickles, rivulets,
Gush now fast now slow.
Ice snaps, cracks
 And deep white snow in slow retreat
over rapids and roaring falls as
into the wolf’s head
 it goes.
Living water sighs
enters every living thing:
drifting plankton, swarming fishes,
 mayflies dizzy the air
black flies, mosquitoes,
monarchs sipping milkweed,
 blue swallowtails taste flowers with their six feet
pale green luna moths suck sweet sap,
flying swifts and nightjar, owls, loons
all pass through
 and over
the wolf pack
and over
Lake Superior deep and blue.

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Mother Earth


Lapis lazuli planet
Swirling white clouds—

We turn through
Black space—

Skeletal white moon
Golden sun—

Mother Earth holds
Us on her lap.

Thursday, August 31, 2017



Winking as it walks,
sun shafts sparkle
fish fins below.
Sun sings a low melody—
billions of leaves in the wind
tremble spin float fall.
At sundown bathed in rose gold
We exalt in the afterglow.