Late snow on branches, cold bright sun,
saying names aloud of those not seen
for too many years, so loudly that
some snow slides off the evergreen needles,
melting into the Earth and into memory

The photo I use here reminds me of the first two lines of Emily Dickinson’s poem.

There’s a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons —

That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes

Mountaintop Meditation

It’s like being on the sacred mountaintop –
outside my window untouched snow windswept silent
cloudless horizon clear still water mountain reflection
white paper before the pen or brush –
on the postcard rising above my desk.


Mt. Kailash

Mount Kailash (also Kailasa; Kangrinboqê or Gang Rinpoche) is a high peak in Tibet and is considered to be sacred in four religions: Hinduism, Bon, Buddhism, and Jainism.

The Blank Page

Just enough snow to make us believe
that today is a blank page and
on these faint lines, we can write
a short story with a happy ending
or a heroic couplet ending a poem.


The window screen divides the scene
into thousands of pixels, and each one
will need to be filled, black or white,
on or off, here or not here.
A crossword puzzle we can never complete.