Rainforest Poetry

The clouds over the Sandias speak of snow, yet here in the lower levels it is rain warm and dry beneath the quilted gray sky. Ulf paces and ...

There were the years when we were young.  We were never all that young together, but young enough that half our lives, and more, still lay a...

Rather than traces of snow on the deck this winter morning, frost has formed a sparkling veil over everything. Sunrise colors paint the sky...

The call of the Hawaiian crow split the air in the key of E. Half tone E, perhaps. Its oval yellow lit eye set at the upper edge of its sli...

It is that day when the decorations come down. Farolitos are emptied of sand and lights, folded and stored until next Christmas season. ...

It is still new to me this way the snow has of beginning to fall nearly invisible Snow touches me as cold dots of greeting Sno...

We moved ourselves off the island Over the wide oceans and across the continent Into the desert and up the mountains to the place Where t...