A Page to Invite Rest and Contemplation
Imagine flowing mountain water, summer or winter. Hear it, feel it, taste it, and be glad.
Snake River Morning
Daylight skims a snowfield
Dawn stirs blue under the pines.
Bugling elk, laughing ravens
The slow somber call of an owl.
Silence at the river
Before the geese and cranes
Rise in a cacophony of wings, their voices
Raining down among bare branches.
Shelter behind a driftwood log.
Rain polishes stones at the water's edge,
Elk shelter in the shadows.
O sweet small cup of sand.
-from Clerestory, and my chapbook This Earth has been too Generous