Fall

Earth
stretches to
recall summer's
expanding skies -
a return to
panoramic detail
within our
sun-filled eyes

Meta

Love
sweeps the limits
of who we think
we are, bringing
us home, where
the heart is

everywhere

Morning

Arms raised and hair hanging,
Old Elm stops moving
in the early perfect sky

Sun comes like
Precise Squirrel, feather-tailed
in Sprucehouse

Breeze lifts Still-Bird,
        twitches her song

Love

Love is
always nearer,
a fountain
streaming
from the Heart
of the World
in our own
heart

Kitten

The little kitten
is out of control,
springing straight
to the ceiling!
She's full of Space
and now,
claws dug in,
setting her tail,
hunts Time

Friends

Morning's the time
for all of the best,
and after Noon, renewal . .
Later on as we
gather around-
Wide open window
on weathered old singing-
Stories and friends enjewelled

Fear

Fear is as flat
as a sheet of paper,
with nothing behind
it but our attention,
held up like a
mask, like blinders
on Horse, presently
Lost in the Parade