Golden Gardens, Late the Summer My Mother Died

Eugene, Oregon

Wild Iris Ridge, Eugene, Oregon

Junction City, Oregon

Have you considered dream?

Have you considered art?

As wormholes in the fragile weave of "seem"?

As hidden stairways in the shadowed

hallways of the heart?

it is not true that time

 can never pause,

It waivers in the wind

 like tattered gauze.

My dad said the tag alders at the Battle of the Hedgerows in France were no different than the ones he grew up “thrashing through” when he was a kid in Skagit Valley.

Remembering Mom, 

Camas Country Mill, 

Junction City, Oregon

Journey Summits Mt. Pisgah,

Eugene, Oregon

But there you are again, nose 

pressed to the coldest glass,

while time and all you've loved

refract back into the past.