Pacific reflects blue, grey-green

ocean this day reflects blue sky

as when it earned its name, Pacific

how often, though, it belies

any reference to gentleness

when grey-green waves heave

and thunder against

the rocky shore of my Oregon

that i am warned

not to turn my back in disrespect

of the power of its willful moods

more in tune with Nature

than i can comprehend

dreamed mountains of color and time

dreams in the night of mountains

snaggle-toothed and gray with

the mixing of complementary colors

eerie of purple muted in yellow

blue warmed by sunshine orange

earthy with flora and fauna

green and red, tinted by generations

of life and reprocessing of minerals

upheavals from depths and layers

of existences over eons

mountains explaining time

as we seldom pause to comprehend

except in dreams where busy-ness

at times distorts back toward reality