Desert knows no tomorrow Doesn't mind what happens today Can't remember the hailing, stormy winds Nor the birdsong's tribute in the amber sweet morning calm. Pervasive sage grows green strong… then withers

Learn to read the river. Watch the double back Downstream of the boulder. See the green glassy waves. Be the river swell, Then exhale. Align yourself along the seams Of the transient currents Roiled in

It was a scorching bright blue The sky that day With a steady west wind howling by. The desert's grey dirt swirled dancing Sagebrush ruffled and waved without pause, As a young jack merlin leaped airborne

Hearts yearn for a home And feelings heal bearing new scars, Altering the courses we travel In our journey to the stars. Golden moonrise sea shine Calms stormy oceans of worry, Rolling with the swelling

You don't have the answers. Everything you expect to happen might not. Life makes no guarantees. Existence is triumphantly strange, Our eyes see different things Both are true, yet incomplete. Be forever

Tender, tender, time and again Her love like the morning sun– Warming hope in flowers stretched long for praise. She smiles in the pale dawn light sneaking past wicker wood shades. Her breath is slow and

This poem was inspired by an experience I had flying a helicopter across an icy Alaska bay in horrible weather. Luckily, and because of my good training, I made it to the other side. The music grew louder,

A regrettable, honest truth about life: Leaving loved ones gets more difficult over time And not easier with practice, as one would expect, And I found it to be painfully true as I've aged. Image source

Poetry is life in words. Surely your life is poetry If only you learned to love the words. Words are meaning Words are experiences Beautiful, eternal, ethereal words make meanings memorable And worth our

Birds feel for the wind Bent willingly towards thermal skies Ascending nearer an objective view Of a planet wreaked in mayhem, Spying a species killing and cruel, Fighting for their color, Fighting for

Maria Flores was born with an uncommon share of beauty, Uncommon even for the beautiful women of Monterrey, Mexico. She was born the same day the drought ended, Her newborn tears spilling onto the hospital

A tired old tree Born many years ago on the plateau, Brittle with suffering from the warming desert, and Unaware of a mass looming lasting displacement, Holds firm to poor, thirsty earth Hoping others

Daily Boise River Picture 6.22.17

Clouds mushroom sprout the horizon Finding freedom in less pressure on high, Splash blue with white elephant billows of love, Turn dark as new monsters, and Rage wild through the night. Morphing sky white

Written words Will Live on, Beyond My final heartbeat. And from that horrible distance You will know me To be true. Image source Read more at desertidaho.com Thanks!

Autumn rain wetted her hair Soft, like a morning kiss, Adding chill to the tragedy, and Blistering every solemn footstep As she walked alone in great grief From an unexpected departure with love. Image

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Orange fades to canyon alpenglow Harkening hope in dim distant stars, Emboldening embers impassioned in arms, Flickering cracks, and bursts from heat throes, Shifting winds and my thoughts down the slope

Thunder storms darken the daylight Bottles of vineyards pile deep As lover’s emotions unstable Promising curtains of rain and mischief. Image source Read more at desertidaho.com Thanks!

Everyday, well almost everyday, I walk the greenbelt trail along the beautiful Boise River in Idaho. I've often thought it would be cool to take a picture of the river from the same spot as a time-lapse