March 9th, 2013


Big Basin

Primeval Forest
the trees tower, rising
toward a sun dappled sky
redwood trees with
deeply furrowed beaten bark
rise around me

At their base they have
large, furry, bush like
fern flat leaves
trees who birth straight
out of their substance
no seeds or fire needed

The paths covered with sun and shade
and soft brown needles,
walking barefoot, wishing to be sky clad
to walk the paths
honor my primal journey

I reach a stream, a beauty
filled with boulders and smooth rocks
that landscapers wish for when
fixing up a garden

Here falls naturally, water
wearing the rocks, flowing
over, laughing water
on the other side lies a destiny

And all I see everywhere is trees
Primal, old, tall and perfect
while walking I feel
so peaceful and calm
as if I have entered paradise
so I worship these trees who walk me
towards a destiny

Then Surprise!
Like humans, trees can produce
mutant white babies, albino small
rare branch in the midst of the green babies
redwood needles that look like bleached ferns

there on that tree, a yellow slug,
bright and ugly, but so beautiful
as if this forest alone produced
a world alone, a new place
in the middle of the

Primeval Forest
walking here is to feel earth
walking here is to feel spirit
walking here, I appreciate the amazing creations
walking here, I walk my destiny in meditations

March 8th Poems

March 8 poems:

A Poem A Day

A poem a day
allowing words to flow
out of the rivers
of read blood
onto a white lined
empty page

Knowledge flowing out
of an aquarian ewer
forming images
flowing rivers of melodious
not harmonious words

Earth Goddess

I lumber
carrying my belly
across the plains
ready to bring life
ready to have milk
flow into the grounds
bringing life out of rocks
forth from my belly

I lumber
slow, sinking like liquid fire
into my earth
my body
I hold my beauty high
smiling at all I make

I am mother, daughter, sister, wife
earth, air, fire and water
milk and honey

As I lumber
through my earth
I feed life
I create
I give my fluid
for all the children
the fruit of my being

I lumber
and they live

Let them Fly

She has to FLY

Little bird, struggles and feeds

She has to fly, away and high

Little girl, eating her words

She has to fly, away and high

She can’t be stopped;

She can’t hold back

She must go fly, don’t let her

Struggle on the ground for purchase

She must flap those fairy wings and

Shine, shine, going lightly

Awesome flying power, the wind

Lifts her, her life waves her on

And she flies, she soars, her soul

Rainbow fairy colored jewel boxes of

Love gained.

Walking with Sylvia

I took a walk today

Sometimes I sunk down into the mud

Sometimes I flew up among the trees

The earth became a part of me as I became a part of the whole

Earth wide, feet long, sunlight glinting in my eyes

The trees tall and swaying with long strands of moss

Every skyward look and earthbound glance

Served to bring my feet into the earth as I waltzed

And wondered in the wood

Symbolic pathways of my brain, forming

Long winding complicated mountain turns, foaming

Seamlessly and lazily down and up

Flying yet again in porous ground

Swimming in fragrant air, the distant

Sounds of cars and people and barking dogs

A backdrop in the small wooded oasis of my soul