The US Constitution

 By few for many

Reconstruct this foundation

Hold benevolence

 Tell me when you tire

Place your hand on my shoulder

Where you rest - I'll rest

Its own form of life

Lichen's subtle elegance

Dampens in deep hues

 Rejoice the new rain

Carving courses on the land

Down - always downward

 Revel in the wild

The tender tuft of new grass

A supple mushroom

World Athletic Championships

Pure speed strength and grace

Running flying and throwing

Perfection of form

I'm in a basement

A black floor of clouds above

Thunderous footsteps

 I would feel alone

Without my quiet comrades

And their blooms aglow

 The blues tells the truth

About love and loss and pain

Naked soulful truth

 The life of the night

The birds travel - flowers grow

Quickened while we sleep

Admirably whole

The forest is connected 

One and all akin

Haiku at low tide ...

Wild Oregon beach

An eagle lands on driftwood

The tide will take this

 These clouds are heavy

But will not send us their rain

Or draw lightning's sword

Turbid sediment

Settles to bottom of life

Layer on layer

 A sudden axe swings

A blade cleaves the bark

The tree screams in pain

 As I descended

The sweet smell of the forest

Told me to find her

 Foretold by a wind

The sky's sudden turbulence

Shakes a summer day

 There is no cover

The rain is cold on my shoulders

I am new and clean

 Those who must question

Whether they are right enough

Will never know peace

I admired the clouds

As they concealed the buck moon

And bared it again

In the distant rain

A burning bridge of color

Joins the sky and land

 

Rumors of the past

Grey stories of hungry hearts

Lonely untracked tears

 After last night's storm

Pine needles sparkle with rain

The day full afresh

 Tender the moonless stars

Tender the fresh face of dawn

Tender thoughts of her

 Such is the glad space

Still and impossibly white

Where nothing happens

 Ubi Sunt

I yearn fallen fruit 

Buried in snows and leaves

Generations past

 The hand of a friend

Is warmer than summer's days

And more enduring

 Could I be a cloud

I would congregate with kin

And anoint the earth

Past has no fortune

 Forever a beginning

Always a new turn

 

As the seed of fruit

We are those who came before

Broad trees foreshadowed

 When I’m felled at last 

Read the story in my girth

The rings of my life