Blue horses: poems

After reading Lucretius, I go to the pond

What I can do

Rumi

First yoga lesson

I don't want to be demure or respectable

Stebbin's gulch

No matter what

Angels

What we want

If I wanted a boat

Good morning

The wasp

Blueberries

Little lord love

Little crazy love song

I woke

The mangroves

The hummingbirds

Such silence

Watering the stones

Franz Marc's blue horses

The vulture's wings

On meditating, sort of

To be human is to sing your own song

Loneliness

Drifting

Forgive me

I'm feeling fabulous, possibly too much so but I love it

On not mowing the lawn

The fourth sign of the Zodiac

To Shiva

Owl poem

A little ado about this and that

Do stones feel?

I'm not the river

The oak tree loves patience

The country of the trees

What gorgeous thing.