LIVING on A Dream

 NOBODY GETS OUT OF HERE ALIVE

 

The West is burning,

fish are cooking in the streams

Climate  change is real

Looking for Answers

 Sacred Spaces

The trail is full of rocks

and the brambles

tear both skin and shirt

No one has been here

in a while except

Goat, Bear, and Pika

There is something spiritual

in this remoteness

among the wind-shaped pine

A storm growls

in the distance

and lightning sprites dance

The wind grows colder

and the mountain seems to groan

it is time to go down.

Winter is apon us

 

Under the snow
the mountains
are like lovers
under the sheets

2020 the covid year

 

Grocery chronicles

Boomer
On a motorized
shopping cart

shouting "you are too close,"
through her mask
"I don't want to die !"

fear in her eyes
she speeds away
down the wine aisle

Grocery Chronicles

Masked marauders

pillaging the cleaning supplies

in aisle three

Little old lady swings her cane

like Tiger Woods

on the 14^th tee

Woman

in a parked car

crying uncontrollably

staring at her

cell phone screen.

Having no answers

I avert my eyes

and walk by

leaving her

to her pain.

  Covid 19

strangely prepared
for the isolation of the plague
I've tried so hard  to  be seen
and I always disappear 

Listening to the Thunder in the snow

  Got to hear it thunder
 last night in the snow,
 Nothing like the wild, 
raw power of a tropical
deluge along the southern coast,
It was more like a Mother slapping
the back of the head 
of a  misbehaving child.
Wake up pay attention