*
the rainstorm last night
came
and left us exhausted
.
the morning rose
stretching
brighter than ever
.
every greenery
greener
thriving to new
.

.
*
the rainstorm last night
came
and left us exhausted
.
the morning rose
stretching
brighter than ever
.
every greenery
greener
thriving to new
.
.
*
to call my name
to myself
to call me out
of the many voices
to call often
away loneliness
has left me
we do not miss it
.
*
how thick
is my gaze
laying upon
an object
.
but what
lightness
have my eyes
laid on nature
.
*
I hang each thought
that comes to me
on one line
letters as clothes
pins clicking
.
*
I unfold my dreams
wet from the tiresome
night and their secret
coding drilling me
under the light of day
spread out line after line
.
*
it’s the stall that
makes me nervous
the space between
branches that
.
makes me breath
.
the silent wake up
calls before the
birds sing that
has me pray
.
*
wider are the eyes
as a larger window
neat is the view
I do not feel the acute
angles as I know
I make a difference
.
.
*
winter hides the green
away
no complementary
colors
even at sunsets
winter
hides but those tiny
flowers
that makes me break
into a smile
.
here and there I smile
some
light out of me shines
.
*
life is handed
to us in its mystery
.
it looks as if
it is missing instructions
or punctuation
when I try it over and over
I may get it
.
the poetry I write
is what is given to me
.
*
I stand still
writing
among the bare
woods
.
I stand here
observing
my eyes filled
with beauty
.
the sounds of
ducks in between
the church bells
sharp in the air
.
move my tears to
cover my cheeks
such emotional
life will last
.
in nature we live
we are born
again and again
let’s not forget
.
*
a winter wind
shakes the trees
below but not
the terse blue sky
unmovable
.
a prize after days
of foggy times
the brightness
scorches briefly
everything
.
*
the garden repeats
itself with no shame
day after day
year after year
it is the ritual of life
honest repetitions
with no aim to gain
simply to be
I learn each day
from these visits
each step I take
wisdom sheds
entering me
imperceptible
it takes a needy
heart to see
this incredible
life experience
.
*
the garden repeats
itself with no shame
day after day
year after year
it is the ritual of life
honest repetitions
with no aim to gain
simply to be
I learn each day
from these visits
each step I take
wisdom sheds
entering me
imperceptible
it takes a needy
heart to see
this incredible
life experience
.
*
the light will hit you
gloriously when in the midst
of nothing you’ll see
everything
.
.
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Opening poem of the poetry collection California Notebooks 02
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*
the volume of the sky
above me and the land
stretching from my feet
.
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