Selected Poems, 1991–94
At dawn Kate’s face glows
with soft light from a new sun:
beauty embodied.
Skiing through the woods
heavy thoughts are forgotten;
my spirit is free.
Skiing through the woods
heavy thoughts are forgotten;
my spirit is free.
Delicate blossoms
color high windblown ridges—
Kate among wildflow’rs.
Delicate blossoms
color high windblown ridges—
wildflowers in spring.
Green and delightful
they’re a treat hard to resist:
ah, pistachios.
Flitting on the rocks
with a loud descending call
the canyon wren sings.
Withdrawing life’s joy
it thrives on swollen tonsils,
candidiasis.
Encompassing her,
I feel my love’s sunny warmth,
beloved forever.
We claim this high peak
for use and enjoyment of
lovable puppies.
She sleeps in beauty,
her body entwined with mine—
my only beloved.
Rio Chama flows
coursing through canyons and plains,
not knowing the sea.
Clouds form when wind dies.
A prick on the skin, an itch.
Oh no! mosquitoes!
How I hurt my love
with an ill-considered word.
How I weep today.
There was a young bear called Baby
Who was the cutest bear in the world—maybe
But he has a big brother,
So there might be another.
There was a young bear called Baby.
My love
brings spring
with its balmy air
to the piñon desert
of our high plateau.
Her radiance
shines
brighter
than the glow
of green buds
and new color
adorning life
throughout
the
land:
nature’s sweetest flower.
Selected Poems, 1995
The gnarled juniper
sits among slabs of sandstone
soaking up the sun.
Freezing and thawing,
the extremes of cold and heat
form arches from cliffs.
The waves of sandstone
so relentlessly weathered
break into arches.
Taoist distractions
are cluttering up my mind
with thoughts of nothing.
Kate paints the landscape
making the view beautiful
with her eye so sweet.
Encircling
the sky
with rock
are sandstone arches.
The light of the sun
drenches the body in sweat
and burns tender skin.
Thunderbirds perching
on boughs of a withered oak
look out for dinner.
Something’s happening—
we can’t say exactly what—
but it’s exciting.
Selected Poems, 1996
Towering granite
shadows an alpine valley
bringing dusk early.
Bruises and blisters,
shoes too tight, too much walking,
my toes are all trashed.
Two lovers are like
a lupine and a paintbrush—
roots and stems entwined.
Selected Poems, 1997
The winter is hard:
nothing blooms in barren ground—
such lifeless bleakness.
Selected Poems, 1998
Ice from Olympus
rushes through the rainforest
bound for the breakers.
Ferns and epiphytes
shroud ancient Sitka cedar
and western hemlock.
Thinking of my Kate
and her enduring sweetness
brings smiles to my face.
I wish you were here:
shared delights are a pleasure.
It’s more fun with you.
Follow the wallow,
but don’t slip in the hollow—
more mud’s on the trail.
Besides clear water
red cedars and green mosses
frame white Olympus.
Selected Poems, 1999
Three roses for Kate:
beauty and intelligence
and loving-kindness.