Kinni

gathering ceder
air whispering in the mist
Rae telling stories

Doctor visits

her steps off rhythm
waiting in anxiety
soft muzak torture

Sindibad

grandma is singing
of stones with love in their heart
thunder on his wings

ponder

trees off to sleep
cold rain falling into snow
children are ready

Weather

Today's weather made me think of wood stoves and fresh coffee.
 I can hear the sound of rain hitting tin.
Sitting in a cabin surrounded by old oaks. Stubbornly clinging to their leaves.

wood stoves and coffee.
tin dancing in the soft rain
oaks clinging to leaves

Brutus

where ever I go
dog hair follows me clinging
no matter the month

Lodge

into the turtle
grandfathers march one by one
drums leading the way

64

saw tooth blueness west
air heavy to the morning
coffee on my mind

saturday coffee

dark clouds over head
Fall colors fading to brown
wet leaves under foot

shadows

walking down the trail
looking back at the mountain
I too remember

bridge windows

strait lines of metal
under round clouds of sunrise
shadow chasing light

Mom and DadsOrchard

white picket fencing
fruit trees heavy with apples
hoarfrost on the leaves