RECENT POEMS

RECENT WORK 2015

 

Poem Written for the Jack London Oak Seedling Planting Ceremony

Jack London State Park Feb. 1st 2015

THE STORY OF THE MOUNTAIN AND THE OAK

Under the great dome of time
From deep in the slow moving earth
A mountain lifts its crest into the heavens
Sun and frost
Wind and rain
Soil makers
Working their ways
For trees, flowers, grass and seeds
Feeder of birds and beasts
Day and night
Watcher of countless seasons
That arise and pass away
And the silent mountain stands

Nestled in soft soil
An acorn’s root goes deep
Slowly ever slowly
The promise that was held
Perfectly in the seed
Becomes a mighty oak
A home and pantry for the birds, for insects
And a multitude of tiny lives
A hopping place for squirrels
A place of shade for deer and fox and mice
And the great oak grows
And the beauty mountain stands in silence

Then came the hunters, acorn gatherers
Sacred Mountain worshipers
For ten thousand years they came
And they were happy
The workers of the land, they came
The cattlemen
The orchard men
The tenders of the vine
Fathers, mothers, children, pioneers
They came in waves
And prospered
And the Valley of the Moon held and fed them all
And the mighty oak was witness
And the mountain called Sonoma
Stood beside them in its beauty

Then came a man called Jack
With Charmian his beloved wife
A Beauty Ranch was born
Their place of happiness, hope and friendships
A cottage built
Books written
Vines planted heavy with fruit
A Big House rose amidst the redwoods
But alas, a great flame took the house away
One day Jack spoke to Charmian
And this is what he said, he said
“If I would beat you to it,
I wouldn’t mind if you laid my ashes on the knoll
where the children of the pioneers are buried.
and roll over me a red boulder
from the ruins of the Big House”
Then he too was taken
And the great oak saw it all
And the mountain called Sonoma stood in silence

Three hundred years
Maybe four
The old oak nears its passage
A child of some distant parent
The parent of a child
It now becomes
Passing an ancient linage
On into the future
So be our lives
We dwellers of the Valley
A chain of love and hope
From hand to hand be given
Recalling now and then
To offer up our gratitude
To these, the watchers of our lives
Our sacred guardians
This mighty oak
And this
The silent beauty mountain called Sonoma

____________

THE MYSTERY

What mystery remains unknown
Will what lies just around the bend
Reveal the final destination
A faint fragrance drifts
Through the dark wood
A distant “bong”
Sounds from an ancient bell
Waiting for ten thousand years
A gate opens
Whose face will be mirrored
On the temple wall
Among the crumbling Gods
Among the centuries
Of fallen leaves

____________

LATE AUTUMN REVERIE

Alone on the trail
Far from the warmth of camp
Evening air crisp and clean
A touch of winter
On the tree tops
Tomorrow
Maybe the summit
Or maybe not
For now
Only the moon
And this silence

____________

AMAZING

So amazing
The human mouth
How it shapes and molds the sound
Into a love song
Or a rant
Letting loose into the world
The spiritus
The breath
The soul

Poems
Speeches
Callings
Whispered love notes
Songs of longing
Living for a moment
Then forever gone
Leaving traces
On the heart
Upon the flow of time

 

RECENT WORK 2016

 

Poem written for Sugarloaf Ridge State Park

50th Anniversary 2016

THE STORY OF THE MOUNTAIN AND THE CREEK

From one hundred million nights
The mountain wakes
Over Brushy Peaks
A band of brightness
Flairs into a morning Wide and blue
Sunlight stream from rocky crags
Through oak and fir and chaparral
Fingers of light
Touch the tops of redwoods
Reach down the canyon road
And wake the dwellers of the valley
To a new day of busyness
And high up on the mountain
From a rocky mossy source
The creek we call Sonoma
Starts it’s journey to the sea

Down from it’s arising
The creek begins to flow
Etching a winding path
Through the ancient rock
Leaping over ledges
Onto deep moist canyon shade
Passing through the solitude of redwoods
And onward to the valley floor
Winding through our villages
Our vineyards and our vegetable
This stream of time
Flowing through our living and our dyeing
Through our loving and our letting go
This life blood of the valley
This Creek we call Sonoma
Nourishing us all
The might and the small
And above it all
The mountain calls
Saying simply this
Come to me
And I will be your friend

We dwellers of the Valley
Mothers fathers children
Grandma grandpa aunt and uncle
We hear the ancient voice
And looking up
Begin our climb
Up into the mountains of the Sugarloaf
Seeking the companionship
Of bird and beast and bug
Breathing in the fragrance
Of fern and flower
Learning the language
Of fluting winds and fluttering birds
Renewing once again
Our love affair with these the mountain
The guardian
Ann watchers of our lives

Below in shimmering afternoon
The valley hums with life
While high on windy crags
We open wide our hearts
Releasing soaring spirits
To the wildness of mountains
And the broadness of the sky
Renewing our eternal souls
With sounds of cooling water
In a shaded forest glen
And having found a modicum of peace
We turn again toward home
Knowing in our hearts
We are the mountains
We the roots and stones
The water of the Creek we call Sonoma
Flowing through our veins

And so the day comes to a close
The birds and beasts and bugs
Prepare them selves for night
Withdrawing to a cody place
Against the mountains breast
To sleep and dream
So too the mountain slumbers
As nighttime creatures stir themselves
Unseen by us
Begin their hidden ways
While from the West
The fog begins it’s slow decent
Into our lives
And we
We dwellers in the Valley of the Moon
Beneath the quietness of stars
We close our eyes
And with the Creek we call Sonoma
Dream our way
Back to the sea

________________

STILLNESS

‘Midst the hurly burly of the world
A place to sit
And rest
With dragon Flies
And gnats
In the autumn sun
Silently
By the still pond
Beneath the passing clouds
Who live out their slow lives
Above us

Knowing
That we too change
Even as the mayfly changes
Leaving a husk in the water
As it takes to the sky
But for a day

 

RECENT WORK 2017

 

THE PATH

Up
Along the path
Through tall
Dew tipped grass
Over swiftly rushing stream
And ’round great boulders
At lats
There
On the hill
In morning mist
The oak
Revealed
And there
In that moment
All worlds
Becoming
One

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