Evening bestows it’s benediction.
The tired land bows to receive.
Under a gray and faltering light
sensations of calm surcease
send serene sensuous waves out
into the deep pools of night.
Segments of deepening shadow form
between woven branch threads –
the entwining interstices reveal
time caught, for a moment,
then released to swim again.
Portland, Oregon – May 18, 2020
Evening in a slow sun set
through evergreen limbs climbing
into a cloudless spring sky
backlit in golden pale blue light
set in motion by a breath of cool air.
I close my eyes.
The glorious gilded field remains
in flickering shadow movements
surrounded by the choir of birdcall
smell of pine and turned earth –
the floating world of silk rustling
lotus blossoms, deer in sacred fields
lit in sunset over a western rim.
Portland, Oregon – May 8, 2017
In Cascadia 