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filling in the gap between the changing seasons

Posted to Utterances




an ode to my great friend, cecil lee

Niles Canyon Road

your rock ribboned ring
railroad tracks sing to the first stars
spangling above the redwoods and the pines
arching exalted green the hills the shadows
sundown left spilling rays of what is left
touches the waving wild mustard grass
blending in with the rushes bending
in the wind, warm the breeze that whispers past
the holy pebbles in the stream
the dace, the trout tracing rainbows
reflected pools of water bright yet turning dark
all that's left of day life flight
to the dusking of the coming night
your one tree hill,
the oak that brings the wandering in
to wooded crags and mountain views
to shield the sparks
of a one-car train, an engine on a siding
silent, stills - the night wakes up
firelies blink their message glow of insect love
the ricks, the jars, moonbeam owls and crickets
the nighttime world looks out from glowing eyes playing tricks
to kiss the fog that rises up and slides along the rails and up the hills
to disappear in hidden limestone caves
from the west come shadow clouds of the night
sailing on a nimbus crest
a tidal sweeping hues of lilac blues lavendar soft like
a pillow for the hungry pilgrim's head
drink and sup and lay your self to rest
you've come this far and you are greeted here a friend
how I have longed to see your face
it's summertime again




filling in the gap between the changing seasons

Posted to Utterances




an ode to my great friend, cecil lee

Niles Canyon Road

your rock ribboned ring
railroad tracks sing to the first stars
spangling above the redwoods and the pines
arching exalted green the hills the shadows
sundown left spilling rays of what is left
touches the waving wild mustard grass
blending in with the rushes bending
in the wind, warm the breeze that whispers past
the holy pebbles in the stream
the dace, the trout tracing rainbows
reflected pools of water bright yet turning dark
all that's left of day life flight
to the dusking of the coming night
your one tree hill,
the oak that brings the wandering in
to wooded crags and mountain views
to shield the sparks
of a one-car train, an engine on a siding
silent, stills - the night wakes up
firelies blink their message glow of insect love
the ricks, the jars, moonbeam owls and crickets
the nighttime world looks out from glowing eyes playing tricks
to kiss the fog that rises up and slides along the rails and up the hills
to disappear in hidden limestone caves
from the west come shadow clouds of the night
sailing on a nimbus crest
a tidal sweeping hues of lilac blues lavendar soft like
a pillow for the hungry pilgrim's head
drink and sup and lay your self to rest
you've come this far and you are greeted here a friend
how I have longed to see your face
it's summertime again