Slow Words Movement

I am learning how to write slowly
With my thumbs mostly
Deliberate words
One letter
One word
One phrase
or expression at a time

Something Unspoken

The greatest thrill is that moment when a thousand people are sitting in the dark, looking at the same scene, and they are all apprehending something that has not been spoken... Mike Nichols

One Mile Bench

My favorite bench is back
At 4th and Walnut
Almost a mile from home
All uphill and down
So here I rest
Between strolls
And write passages
No on reads.

Weather Report 3.27.13

Coastal Range kind of day.
Humid with low clouds.
Rain with sunbreaks.

Weather Report 3.20.13

It snowed two or three inches of damp snow last night and early this morning, thickly adhering to the twigs and branches. Probably it will soon melt and help carry off the snow.

Leftovers

The day's leftover light
Falls through the naked aspen
And across the sleeping pasture.

Robins

Robins in the horse pasture.
Juncos in the willows.
Stiff breeze flaps the faded ribbons
For a forgotten war.

Weather Report 3.17.13

Stiff cold breeze this morning
From fast-moving system
Leaving little snow.
Remnant clouds
Race across heaven

Weather Report 3.16.13

Another day of pleasant weather
More common to late June
Than mid-March.

Weather Report 3.16.13

Thursday March 14 was 101st
And last
Day of consecutive snowcover
On valley floor.

Inside Myself

Not so much inside myself
But the tension is still there
And ears are plugged;
Still, there are moments
I forget myself.

March Meltdown

See how quickly the south faces
Of the White Clouds trails
Are drying out.

98th Day of Snowcover

Snowcover remains
At Festival Meadow
Dice December 3
But for how much longer?
Today is the 98th day
Of continuous snowcover
On the valley floor.

Beading Wordscapes

Forget proper sentence structure.
Words are like glass beads
Packed with content.
It's how you string them
That makes meaning.

Weather Report 3.10.13

Dusk falls at seven-thirty now
In Daylight Saving space
And darkness waits 'til eight.

Scrapbooking

A work in motion.
Capturing word moments
On foot or on the fly
Pasted to imaginary pages
Like a scrapbook of the mind

March Meltdown

Winter's barriers are weakened
Breaking apart
Melting away
And something new is coming forth.
Gnats in the air!

Weather Report 3.09.13

Parasailing over Baldy
Beneath clear blue skies.
Raven cawing in the pines next to Vintage.
New baristas at Main Street Market.
Collegiate faces in town
For national ski and snowboard championships.

Like Water Over Bedrock

Smell the horse barn.
Feel the diffused sunlight
The cool humidity
Hear the river of traffic
Rubber over pavement
Like water over bedrock

A Pound of Paradise

The scratchings of a native poet.
From Canto XLIX.

Weather Report 3.07.13

And this is how it is
This time of year
In this place:
A sodden day of heavy snow
Followed by bright and clear skies
With cold nights.
Sunny with occasional powders
Days on end.

Weather Report 3.06.13

Coffee at the Grinder on a snowy day
Coming down softly
From a southwest flow of weather
That sticks to these hills
And powders the trees.

Benchmarks

These seats are for writers
Poets with observations to record
Outside Country Cousin
Or on the bike path
Beside city hall or near the grocery.
Please take a seat
Put down your words
No sense carrying that heavy load
When you can leave it on lines.

Weather Report 3.04.13

The carillon chimes nine
And plays an indistinguishable tune
While skiers wait for their ride
To lifts rising above the snowmelt
To what winter remains.

Mountains

Whoa! Mountains.
The mountains are here
And not because I notice.

Bluebird Sky

See the bluebird sky
The textured hillsides
The naked aspens
The aging snowpack

Weather Report

A thick fog lay across the valley
This first day in March
Slowly lifted by piercing rays of sunshine.