Artist's Way

It writes itself,
and I set it free --
to be proven not
by what eye can see;
impressions with innate
geometry,
instinct's sketches
with their own right
to be.

Gathering Pebbles

Newfound understanding,
and the water runs smooth,
no ripples . . .
precious pebble of insight --
pick it up before anyone can
kick it away,
and -- quick -- run! 
Bury it in the safest place,
so as never to lose it;
and, when times are uncertain,
when doubt taunts with misgivings,
go, go to that treasure,
to that place
where mind can rest
and assure itself,
"This -- this, at least,
I know."

Flowers, Leaning

Never underestimate
the beauty of the small --
those little things in passing,
flowers leaning on a wall . . . 
simple words for simple things,
most eloquent of all.

Velvet

Silent bloom of black velvet,
whispering starlight
to the eyes,
lucent moonsong
lulling the ears . . . 
as spirit listens
and breathes.