Thursday, October 05, 2006


Green script on brown papyrus soil
translation impossible
patterns older than human letters,
Meadows create art everywhere.

High Sierra duff
meadow of brown pine needles
softens foot fall at 10,000 feet.

Tuolumne grasses
peppered with stark blues, red, yellows, oranges;
floating above spring snowmelt.

Utah meadows
filtering sunlit red rock monoliths
sparse sage, salt bush, tenuous desert cement
winds sweep stunning sunsets

Is there a meadow I love best?

Potted with clear blue lakes,
Ponderosa and white pine filigree,
CottonWood Meadow
home of wandering dragons
protecting meadows everywhere.

Meadows of the mind,
relaxing, verdant moments
stepping round the hillocks of color,
unfiltered common space
in the collective unconscious
meadows of reverie.