Sunday, September 30, 2018



Our beautiful English Shepherd
Letting her go today
We miss you
You no longer struggle
each breath was laborious
weeks since you were able
to run free in the fields
not having the breath to be
the dog you always have been
the last few days
barely moving around the garage
not venturing out in the morning briefly
not rising up to greet me as enter the garage
finally not eating
the damned tumors
creating respiritory failure
another causing pulminar failure
still alert yet worn out in her eyes
it was time to say good bye
releasing you back into the hands of Father
there will always be a place in our heart
where images and memories reside of you
you were a shadow on the farm
always close behind
no more
just a shadow in our memory
Pilot (Pi Pi, 3.14159) good bye my friend


New Food for Thought

New Food for Thought

My thoughts I chew
Cud that ruminates
Regurgitate past
No longer satisfies


Saturday, September 22, 2018



Aspen limbs arch
canopy of golden leaves
over abandoned road

Ponderosa pine forewarn
can hear it coming
in the crowns

With each gust
quivering shakes free
flaxen leaves flutters down

I alone watch
intruder in this world
awestruck in solitude

Rest upon a rock
eat my sandwich
drink in honey colors

Beauty awakens
dormant longings
restores hope




Rush of water
Against stones
Rough edges
Worn smooth

Harshness of pride
Broken down
In tumbler
Of experience

No longer
Forced outcomes
Imposing will

Life's cataracts
Develops maturity
Jostling of stones
Wear one another

Whitewater of journey
Sputters and chokes
Leaves stripped bare
Battered and bruised

Waterlogged crawl
Upon the bank
Delivered safely
Upon the shore

All the baggage lost
Who I am
Is enough
Now, finally alive


Friday, September 21, 2018



Monarchs drift about sea of purple blossoms
alfalfa dances in turbulent breeze
Orange and black wings cling tight
guzzles sweet nectar as float away inebriated


Wednesday, September 19, 2018

August Full Moon

August Full Moon

Memories of Fall
in August chill
Milky full moon
spills upon the prairie

Nurtures life
at its breast
High plains suckle 
before first frost

Illuminating aura
fills the sky
Darkness held at bay
in August's full moon


Tuesday, September 18, 2018


Fog clings
Clenched fist
Grips tight

Leaves wet
Moistness resists
Droplets clings

Sticky mind
Thoughts ruminate
Cloaks clarity


Monday, September 17, 2018



Into open arms fall
     sweet surrender
Engulfed in extravagant love
     fidelity tender


Sunday, September 16, 2018



Images play on mind's screen
rooms of house long forgotten

Still live in image
musty places needing air

Stale air of pain and death
air the memory out

Open the window of soul
Deadbolts on door open

Open vulnerability to heart again
light penetrates the darkness

Motes play with the light
as breeze stirs the years

Long winter of shuttered rooms
freshness of spring arouses hope




Before Love, Grace, and Mercy
darkness cannot stand
Beauty in what once was broken
fractured place restored

Author's note: What if Love, Grace, and Mercy are actually beings that fight on our behalf?

Saturday, September 15, 2018



Confidence in my deliverer
His love floods into the darkness
I've invited Him into the hidden place
What once held power now powerless


Not Alone

Not Alone

Turn and embrace the discomfort
shame quivers with each step forward
Light exposes as move close
no fear because I know He who is with me


Friday, September 14, 2018

Amusement Park

Amusement Park

That place of
     don't go there
A Ferris wheel
     that picks up speed
As feed the fuel
     to bitter arguments
Yet unresolved
     perhaps never solved
So don't buy the ticket
     get out of line
A cup of coffee
     as friends
A place to
     start again




Weary voice
weak and strained
Life's circumstances
pressure remains

What once brought joy
held too tight
An anchor now
moored and bound

Just let it go
life's too short
Unbind the fear
live again


Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Plum Sky

Plum Sky

In every day joy is found
observe the unobserved
Look up as sun breaks horizon
for a moment thoughts still
Plum horizon
burnt September sky
Wonderment captures me
expressions of praise flow


Tuesday, September 11, 2018



Cottony paper draws the ink
like memories of you
Etched fire brick red
upon the hearth of my heart
Warmth radiates from each word
tattooed deep within


Monday, September 10, 2018


the land lay quiet
irrigation stopped
fog envelops
shrouds near and far

now all that's left
dampness clinging
sparkles prismatic
in day's young light


Friday, September 7, 2018

In Summer When

In Summer When

Contrail follows
pickup's path
Dust coats
sticky skin

Becomes mud
rub brow
Paints earthiness
upon tanned flesh

Marks of earth
furrows cut deep
Upon terrain of face
he marks the earth


Thursday, September 6, 2018



Heart wanders to peaceful place
sounds of water rushing over stones
rough edges rounded
so too worry's edges smoothed


Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Sometimes I wonder why

Sometimes I wonder why
We invest time and life
Into living on a farm
Then moment of awe
Makes it all worth it
Seeing what others
Only dream of
Unfold before my eyes
Sounds of hooves
Pounding the prairie
Variegated sky
Colors the palette
All reminding me
To live in the moment


Notes: Video is of getting our Arabian horses back to the pens before dark tonight.



Rustle of leaves high above
blue gray curtain covers sky
cloaks sun
as rest in the hammock
gazing skyward
through canopy of green

Daughter leaves after
long weekend home
transitions again
as season rustles
thoughts drift
like cotton clouds


Monday, September 3, 2018

Fluid Grace

Fluid Grace

Have you ever seen grace
a small band of Arabian horses
sprint through tall prairie grass

For a quarter mile
long strides, necks horizontal
tail carriage, mane floating

Lithely above the prairie
gaining speed, synced rhythm 

Gaze fixed upon them
'til they fade
in final light of day

Up the hill
into their corral
prancing 'n snorting

Phantoms of beauty 'n grace

Author Notes:
Image is courtesy of our daughter from last night. An image of Ben before he herded up the mares and ran up the hill.

Breaching the tree row

Breaching the tree row

Wetness clings low
heavy cottony white
brightly clouds vision
gentle breeze rocks branches
leaves collect moisture
drops patter down in dissonance

Long forgotten sounds
stretch dormant memories
sweetness of mind taffy
pulled and twisted
integrates past and present

Pheasants call from the prairie
raising the alarm
familiar rapid beat of wing
echo as they rise in flight
quickly disappear
fog conceals once again