poem: lessons revealed on a midsummer’s walk

poem: lessons revealed
on a midsummer’s walk

the honey locust
wild apricot
and angelpod vine
surprise us today
as we walk the path
along Seven Mile Creekin these days

in theses days
just after midsummer,
hot and humid,
the cumulus clouds
signalling afternoon showers
are close at han

walking the damp Earth
revealing its lessons:
inseparability, impartiality,
and mutuality connect
all to the great nest of being
as divine universal love

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
July 11, 2021

photos by Herb Stone
‘Honey Locust, Wild Apricot,
and Angelpod Vine’

poem: life in a small world on a fragile planet (Smokey Redux)

poem: life in a small world
on a fragile planet
(Smokey Redux)

last evening
the sun nearing the horizon
here on Bird Heaven Hill
in the Southern Hills

haze from wildfires
in British Columbia
over 2,000 miles away
smudged the sky revealing

it is a small world
here on Earth Home
where all is connected
and ecosystems are fragile

our human impact is large
our neglect, denial, and apathy strong
our building in fragile ecosystems
our waste fueling climate change

structures fall into the sea
risking homes and lives
wildfires burn out of control
depleting ozone

now peering into the haze
clearly revealing our
human ego, hubris, and will
“Only you” saith Smokey the Bear

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
July 8, 2021

art images
U.S. Forest Service
unattributed

poem: the blessings of a daily walk

poem: the blessings of a daily walk

rambling
among the
wild carrot,
thistle,
crimson clover,
blackberries,
curly dock,
fields of wild flowers,
with the
dragon flies,
creek fish,
while tail,
in the
Southern Hills’ woods,
paddling the creeks,
then sitting a spell
in the deep shade
of mature trees,
with the cool breeze
on our face
fills our hearts
with unending gratitude
and grace

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
July 5, 2021

photos by the author
‘Our Recent Ramblings’

poem:  a day at Bird Heaven Hill

poem: a day at Bird Heaven Hill

arising early at first light
waking slowly sipping coffee
then out to hear the dense bird song
and to see the overnight blooms
scanning the sky and vistas
back inside making Cathey’s
ginger green tea elixir
checking friend’s post and messages
writing it all down
before business of the day sets in
Cathey comes down to nap
on the couch near me
we are well here
on Bird Heaven Hill
where all is regarded with love

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 30, 2021

photos by Herb Stone
‘Just Outside my Door’

 

poem: the beauty of first light in the dancing trees

poem: the beauty of first light
in the dancing trees

wiping sleep from my eyes,
seeing the first rays of sunlight
on the face of the trees,
I draw a sharp gasp

this mirage like appearance
shimmering on the hill
and its warmth of color
seduces the waking mind

enthralled by the sheer beauty,
this creation awes me,
the senses take flight
and the heart races

oh beauty, thou art grand,
the grace of thy form
and the dignity of thy expression
gazing here and now upon you

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 28, 2021

photos by Herb Stone
‘First Light in the Trees on the Hill’

poem: the hermit goes out for a chore

poem: the hermit goes out for a chore

going out the door
this early morn
for a quick chore

embraced by a breath
of cool, clean air
wrapped in a light breeze

the sunlight low on the horizon
bringing pristine surroundings
into to sharp relief

here on Bird Heaven Hill
with vitality and gratitude flowing
the old hermit’s heart is restored

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 25, 2021

photos by Herb Stone
‘Bird Heaven Hill’

poem: the nature of the wild within

poem: the nature of the wild within

what is our true nature
closest to our most original self
in the inner wilderness
of shadow, soul, self/Self?

in our most untamed,
unmanaged, uncontrolled,
state of being, in our inner wildness,
who are we truly and authentically?

has being handled by the dominant systems
of power, control, and violence
rendered us but thoughtless, heartless, soulless
ghosts of production, consuming, and hostilities?

beloveds, the inner way traverses
a pathless land of wilderness, where here
in silence and solitude, bit by bit, we now find
the wild, untamed truth of our original nature

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 23, 2021

Art ‘Raven Dreams’
by Cathy McClelland

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