We make too much light

Enough to confuse the night

And make birds wonder

You dark-bottomed clouds

Sound your cannons! Crack the sky!

Send us your hard rain!

 Expressionless eyes

The cat doesn’t care of me

Then his whiskers twitch

My faith has new leaves

Blooms sweeter than affection

Roots stronger than limbs

Handcrafted stories

The parables of fathers

Now listen, my child

Leave room between thoughts

Silent and unintended

Simple and nameless

 The next phrase I find

I will write on fine vellum

With a raven quill

The honey locust

Bends west in the summer wind

The weakest branch snaps

A fire denatures

What remains unrecognized

Energy released

Formed of grace and song

  A bird is a miracle

Feathered perfection

The grass of summer

That invites children to play

Comforts too the graves

O span of my life

I am the greatest and least

The mountain and wisp

Whatever you have

Contentment cannot compare

Nor ever shall it

Here's what we have wrong 

Homo Economicus

We desire too much

Garden ever new

Increased with buds in the night

My joy each morning

It's almost too late

We lit the ravenous fire

Now it overtakes

My Mother

Oh yes, she would say

Lemurs of Madagascar

Are quite rare, you know

There's always beyond

All that's ever been seen

There's a beyond that

She was spurious

Belied by a lustrous shell

A coarse grain inside

A sun-faced poppy

Carressed by a butterfly

Glows with fruition

Are we hedonic

Is pleasure our end sublime 

Or placidity

How it shakes my heart

No sound like it in nature

A rattlesnake warns

Ever flow the rivers

Ever constant surge the tides

Always liquid life

I'm a collector

A keeper of loose verses 

Found along the way

Bare feet in the grass

Especially for children

Makes running more fun

Blistering sunset

A forest ascends as smoke

The fire does not sleep

Was there always love

Is it older than our kind

Is it immortal

Something always shines

Even in the darkest dream

A light can find you

All those who are gone

Slain by America's guns

Belong to one grave

When the earth's face cracks

Desperate - dessicated

Living things athirst

She gazes at me

Nothing fulsome about this dog

She rolls on her side

Thirteen billion years

Light from far as we can see

Does its source still burn?

Unforsaken seeds

Dry, faithful and unquickened

Waiting for the rain

When I was a child

The night was a huge eggshell

With holes pricked in it

I heard a rock fall

Conceding to gravity

When the last grain slipped