Woman With The Silver Tinted Hair

You so young and beautiful and

too young for me

but I sit here anyway, admiring

your youthful vibrant face

so full of vitality and grace

with your oblong gold earrings

hanging down.

I sit here feeling age creeping up

on me, wanting to reach out

to someone like you

with your tinted silver hair

trying to look older but

yet so young, the one

I will never be with

and will never know

someone like you to

grab unto and hold,

someone to experience

that last bit of youth with

before it’s gone.

Edge Of The Sea

At the edge of the world

where the land meets the sea

with the beginning of time

fine grains of sand blow

and waves crash in

above skies of infinity

and waves roll out

with the sound of eternity.

Before The Snow Falls

It is the last trip to the Cascade range

for one more hike to the higher terrain.

A red tailed hawk rises from a sub alpine meadow

and flies into a wall of faint white clouds

where a flock of Northern geese head south.

Whitetail deer forage the lower grasslands for food

and run for cover from fall hunters.

A pileated woodpecker pecks away in the bark

of a grand old fir towering towards the heavens.

The west wind rustles the tops of trees and

the vine maples turn red in the brisk October air.

Strong rapids spew out from the high glacier

to the wide mouth of the river bed

flowing down to the valley floor.

This river I am following upstream will

soon be iced over and the ground I walk on

will be covered with fresh snow.

I arrive at my destination and thank Mother Earth

climbing as far as I can go.

Dreaming Of

Dead of winter, dark and alone

listening to Mile’s trumpet

and Coltrane’s saxophone

I write another poem

and dream of flowers and love,

sweet symphonies and rock n roll,

journeys to high mountains,

a time to blossom and grow

to fruition.