trees - old bones, new snow

leave the way you came

May 31, 2026April 2, 2020 by bonesnsnow

I’ve come to feel that we’re not truly isolated as long as we’re in the company of trees

laughter and tears

May 31, 2026November 11, 2019 by bonesnsnow

so little survives
beyond laughter and tears.

winter’s end

May 31, 2026April 19, 2019 by bonesnsnow

three geese
skim the treetops, crying out,
lost in this featureless white world

Note- some poems are prompted by a word or a phrase, perhaps an experience. This was suggested by an impossibly beautiful tree deep at the head of the unfortunately named “Negro Bill Canyon” off of the Colorado Rive near Moab Utah. red stone by the time we reach the top of the canyon we’ve … Read more

stones

June 1, 2026November 10, 2014 by bonesnsnow

I’m old enough now to see how I’ve lived my life in dogs, each a sun-warmed stone in this stream of loneliness. by these have I kept my feet dry, have I so far made it across. I look into the brown eyes of my young black dog, and can’t help but do the math. … Read more

Poems From Retreat – Shambhala Mountain Center July 2014, Part II

June 1, 2026July 30, 2014 by bonesnsnow

speech they say that trees speak to one another, sharing food and energy, life, a manner of teaching; that there are mother trees who pass the last of their richness to their children as they die. this is deep speech, unfathomable … Read more