Soul of a Master

Is it the discerning artist's eye that
creates new spaces with color
or the discerning soul of a master
so vast as to perceive other universes,
rearrange them into beauty,
even invent them for others to have
brief respite from the physical.

Intention

Beneath a whisper
a power sparks so profound
heads turn to listen.

October's Morning Glory

When senses arise in surprise to
October's morning glory,
As a soul I soar while the body
awakens with crisp-air tingles
warmed by sunlit autumn amber
streaming golden sheaths of
warm tinted by tiny rainbows within
misty morning drops of dew.

Exploding Sublime

Early autumn mist fades
albino pumpkin moon,
chills midnight air to
born dawn's golden dew,
Mellow-sweet rhythms of
Beethoven's "Pastorale" flowers
galloping gentle crescendo,
exploding sublime to flay open
souls' windows to savor
divine immensity of his muse.

Young 21st Century Braves

Beer cans tumble in Indian winter wind amid
tumbleweeds bounding over empty fields propelled by
swells of blizzard breath;
Young 21st century braves goalless, afraid, ashamed,
souls numbed from cold coals of emptiness, reach into a
hazy future further fogged by alcohol and drugs,
yet with dignity plod forward, driven to rise above
forces against their noble culture whimpering from
venomous "gifts" of psychiatry's thugs;

Now astride faithful horses, postured straight with
heads held proud-high, they ride into new sunrisen skies as
spirits of their people ascend to bless their vow:
"We know who we are! We will turn our history around!"

Macaw Flying

Macaw flying splashes colors
in early morning light
squawks the day in

Honking Winter In

Amber-colored beaks honking winter in
while the sun brings dawn around for
roosters to crow about.