Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Oregon - Video Added

Oregon video added here and original two posts back.


Thursday, September 14, 2017

Waiting

Waiting
In the hospital hallway an oil painting
Of a plant and pears
Scattered on a patio table

Still life in muted sunlight

Sipping tall chai tea
Inner courtyard outside
Surrounded by windows
Finch eating under my feet

Reading poems written down on rocks and trees
By old Chinese legends
Telling tales of cold mountain trails
And waiting with the moon

A man brings water in a pitcher
Pours upon the potted plants
It seeps through the dark soil
And leaks out upon the tiles

I get up to go back
The door opens automatically in front of me
Before I can reach the handle
Caught off guard again
Inside all seems foreign

On the monitor screen
Mountains and valleys form endlessly
Everflowing in peaceful succession
Waiting for their stories to be written

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Oregon



Oregon of greens and golds
Of summer rains and unfurled folds
Of crested peaks and heavy snows
Of biting winds and sand that blows

Of desert lands with crumbled rock
To the blue mountains and hardy stock
Of foggy shores with velvet fern
To Astoria with bow and stern

And in those days a driving through
As trees a blur and worries few
Along the road a traveled on
Past endless forests gazed upon

Past rivers' wide unending view
With gentle banks and crossings few
Waters here hold center stage
Their words spelled out across the page

Past Shasta's mount and wonderland
Into the meadows from God's hand
By Klamath Lake we roll along
To glory in the Bend of song

One sister lost, two sisters found
Three Sisters rise above the ground
And on to dams and bridges built
Where waters swirl and worlds tilt

We make past Dayton's quilted hills
As afternoon sunlight spills
To Potlatch barns and Coeur D'alene
Pastoral scenes that still remain

Past the lands of Nez Perce
Through Lookout Pass Montana way
To Helena's blankets of snow
Where night's as soft as candle glow

Back to Sandpoint's frozen sky
Through ghosted trees we float on by
Where whitetails bounce by Curlew Lake
We gather together for goodness sake

To the west and Puget Sound
Along the coast and back on down
And back and forth and round and round
Where rainforest springs and falls abound

Up to Eugene town we go again
For time with traveled friends we spend
To center square wares bought and sold
And rustic comfort in houses old

So many mountains and so much green
So many memories and so much seen
Thank God my paths of days so long
Took me on the trails of Oregon

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Above the Valley of the Wolves


When I first met him
I could see strength and perseverance
And as is the way of things
We threw him to the wolves
Now seeking their prey in the foothills

And we watched him run with them under the clouds
Roll through the oats and oaks
Footfalls quickly striking the stones of the creekbeds
As the waters cascaded towards the valley

Through this he never faltered
He never slowed his pace
But kept up with the beasts
As they snarled and clacked jaws
Towards the beams of sunlight
Shining bright above the shadows

I even saw him pull ahead at times
Saw him clamber up above me
To the outcrops of rimrock on the ridges
Resting for a bit in the warmth
Until the pack caught up with him

I found it an honor to see him run on the mesa tops
So fast as if his feet never touched the dust and gravel
Watched his wings grow from his back
And carry him away over the canyons
He had known all too well

For Richard
I still see your face smiling, shining in the sun


Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Alta Meadow


I finally got around to finishing the video for this overnighter in Sequoia National Park back in August haha. It took me a while to figure out which direction to go with it. In the end, I chose to turn up the dramatic meter quite a bit :) so enjoy!


The dust from harvest I leave behind
And smoke from all surrounding hill
For lofty meadows to clear the mind
And building storms to slightly chill

My journey begins in a woolly wood
Through forests deep in shadow dark
Where stream side clearings long I stood
In glory of each vibrant park

Oh how the mountain air so clean
Is needed now within my chest
And resting here on steep serene
Under this ruck my heaving breast

I make my humble traveler's home
Tucked away with hearth and fire
Where deer are likely apt to roam
With stars to ease and help retire

For in the morn with water clear
I'll look to gain the lands beyond
And make them ever oh so near
Like reflecting back upon a pond

As rock faces rise and water falls
And the path winds round its way
To sights of grand Valhalla's halls
Forever long I'm here to stay

Fair meadow stretching to the sky
To thunder clouds and tufted hair
With granite dust sparkle the eye
And flowers enough to hold one there

Bewilderment the entrancing tune
Of mountain and sky and field and tree
Tranquil as the boulders strewn
At rest at last below the scree

Rains fall as scattered notes
Cooling the face flushed and red
Quenching the lilies among the oats
Who's beauty quiets like words unsaid