– between the clouds lie thoughts

the roar of heaven confronts the lawn
brings with it heavy footprints that carry
some other sea planting firmly before
lands solid the oak and festuca blue
provides the mirrored view thundering
intersects air and earth with fire
leaves it mark in puddled hopefulness
where young birds search for food
their song filling the trees with thoughts
roots that dig deeper to steady the day
provide the watcher with a place to rest
lean the heavy arms and melt into the nook
shelter from the blooming luscious show
captures the snapshots of forgotten smiles
where dreams may come in purple shades
such thoughts of earlier days dancing
the wind melts into the vanishing drama
cooling brings such fanciful expectation
that heaven grace another tender touch


let the grasses bend
softly against the surface

pressing close the green
reclines the weary tenement

washed in subtle shadows
barefoot and watching

while thunderhead dances
with tempest thoughts

billows parade the view sublime
receives infinity’s caress so

whimsy may tickle reverie’s hand
make light the pending wonder



colors the many
days that
linger here
where fingers
travel keys
sounding the
lonely lyrics
cuts silence
the way
dogs howl
outlines branches
such crippled
trees call
walking streets
before Scorpio’s
the liminal rift
before chaos
rips accord
the wild
passage rites
nothing touches
the warm
and the cold
your worry
under heavy
reflection of
the darkness

the welcome want

– layers of the rough come softly

pauses the moon beside a smile waiting
the hope that raises and lowers breath
cradled in the hues that call your heart
pulls such things in tightly wrapped

what do you call your places there
hiding in the creases fold your words
and oh the longing that hangs subtle
seconds drip these walls with melting notes

after this our days do shorten and long
into expanding lines of waning light
it wasn’t the union that you ran from
but the form lying in the fearsome dark

when layers of rough come softly
touches the edges of this untamed night
brings the color to your welcome want
covers the fading cries of love’s knife


between trees and dreaming

what washes away those things divine

so much noise swirling
drowns the sweetness
that follows the notes
strung together a melody
takes you down the steps
where you remember
how mama scratched your
sleepy head telling stories
the pear tree so ripe and
how it flavored the air
traveling over the miles
humid and dripping
even the jungle smelled green
longing to hear your
native tongue the beating drums
move your feet to dance
around the shining bottle
family smiles and moments
when children’s laughter rose
parted the curtains that
hung heavy between us
gentle the wind blows through
swept the room’s warmth
over our hill in the woods
where you played under
old cherry trees and maple
sledding through snow
hikes at the end of town
where the road just ended
crossing the rickety bridge
and into the spare stream
the day the bees chased us
all the way back to the road
such beauty touches those
who open their hearts but
how brutal the gnashing
thunder from across the room
washes away those things divine
gone too soon from the
dwindling days’ lace and silk
shed now for flannel
dreams that color these days
leaves you naked before
the velvet hope that
another joy will rise.




in that sweet unknown

steps fall
before the dawn
walking halls
while seconds
tick again
inside the
begin to
take form
surface and
their first
with that
cry while
in the corner
of such a
scene lay
the gems
once cherished
now locked
cedar walls
old photos
of a love
what could
have been
lost to
and searching
turns you now
western skies
in that
sweet unknown
twisting again
for what
might have


these days

in that upside down kinda way

bending the day’s joy
standing so tall there
lean the doorway smiling
glancing over sideways
with mischief in the air
seen that smile before
not like these notes
how music made its way
made the floor dance
with light feet spinning
days of lavender light
grow and lengthen still
while arm in arm laughing
moving through mystery
seeing things lightly in that
upside down kinda way



“So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they’re busy doing things they think are important. This is because they’re chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.”

― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie  Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie


the day came when
answering was more
important than asking
while thoughtful
softened gazes peer
past the vale
gentle sun rising
over the Rio golden
parting the curtain
dawn violet light
presents another
thin space leading
touches delicate
graceful purpose
shows her face
smiles warmth
upon your face
and changes


The Gifts We Gave

how small this presence we are
that chance might find again, strangers
searching paradise, 
red dress weaving
the crowd,
 Clark and Francine, now
separately refined, ask questions
closing doors
 hang upon endings
turn to beginnings, full circle
deconstructing stories, red waves
churn the foam 
to lift new
swells, consumed words spoken
never to be,
 gifts granted
each other long ago, again
growing distance now blooms
gardens that span this landscape
paragraphs the story’s passing
patches of light lift the dusted
memories off yellowed pages
calling up from darkened separate rooms.


when left alone it sometimes shines

in the walking
the path
blades push
though cracks
while clouds part
to starling blue
awoken reverie
of legs tangled
before dawn
with silent sheets
scent of coffee
cinnamon eyes
call out shadows
grace notes
your singing heart
once revealed
bittersweet bloom
that sometimes


such things

such things that linger

the water
with debris
blown leaves,
twigs and insects
swirl, battered 
spring’s torrent
tiny remains
while last
night’s storm
captured these
wandering thoughts
such things
take their time
twisting in
dark corners
nothing but
stillness lingers
yet how like
the wind
she howls


Enchanted Lakes


Even the walls had space

With hesitation   Image
fills the envelope
that once bloomed
surrounding senses
as windows break
spaces within walls
pressing in closely
lean the cold stone
unknown features
where a breath mark
reminder tells you
to pause, sigh
turning focused
awareness toward
impervious bastion
built around your
hold, once beautiful
strength and accord
now wonder, asking
when it started
the bitter hindrance
that closed you in.


sometimes the silence roars

there you are again,  Image
against the wind
walking the roads
tiny steps each day
cutting new paths
the rustling leaves
hidden beneath those
dark strands before you
beating your cheeks
pushing, pushing through
the stinging rain
another day, another
there with yourself
interminable sentience
intimate voyage
with pique and delight
anguish and desire
life is relentless, you
always said and
the silence

And here is the song that Sean Peterson Schnell, lead singer and song writer from The Day We Met wrote based upon this poem.  Enjoy!