Poetry, biography, and children's book author
The past has all blown east. The Monterey cypress felt it leave in the teeth of a Pacific sea squall. Ever since, the cypress has leaned toward yesterday with outstretched arms. Some days I am that cypress— wind buffeted, whale boned, sway backed and salt bleached. I was thrust off-center in my… Continue reading I Am That Cypress
In the breeze of a new spring dawn, a petal falls from the cassia tree— freed from its flower, gold as the sun, its moment arrived, its bondage done— it drifts in silence, soft and free. Nature reckons with numbers and sums, while I stand still in the gentle breeze: the phoebes arrived, the… Continue reading Petal by Golden Petal