a trice or two

gentle moments catch us unaware

draw us into knowing we share

something deeper than words

shifts into catching our breath

the ululation of screech owls

claws raw the wounds of loss

while mourning doves coo companionable comfort

a sunbeam pierces thunderhead

to light a path between heaven

and earthling and soft peace settles

on a mourning gasp

moments without preparation

startle us into assurance

beyond grief or fear, if only

for that instant

aurora shield

without the swirls, draping sheets

and dancing colors

this time I was less captivated

by the eerie magic of aurora

but more impaled by the raw power

of these stiff probes of hazy light

that arch from horizon to horizon

battle-strength powers enclosing me

as earth’s magnetic field defends

its helpless life forms

should a weakness or break occur

within that spherical shield

the sun’s tantrum would – will –

engulf us in fiery fury unimaginable

shafts of northern lights

shafts of northern lights

arch from horizon to horizon

muted white, at times tinged

with green or pale maroon

rather than pink but strangely still

as though embedded in faint haze

third night of aurora borealis

from our sun’s upheavals, flares

of intense, chaotic storm

hurling fierce, solar winds

against earth’s electro-magnetic shield

how little we comprehend

our fragile haven amidst

the battle of titanic forces waging

so close around us

aurora borealis reprisal

 faded but discernible

because a repeated pattern

of the night before

brightening along the northern

pine tops, centered below

the north star as dusk sky

to the southeast

settles into indigo

gradually that northern glow

grow turquoise, then aquamarine

and haze lines, long in reaching

toward the zenith, become distinct

some carrying dull greenish tint

other rays blushing like youth

caught glancing toward a centerfold

but still able to protest

“No, Mom, I never saw anything – it

was just there.”

bright sequined waves

glitter, glisten, ripple, dance

sparkle with reflected sunlight

painfully bright sequins

flash the passion of the coastal waters

in multiple competing tangos

as each breath of wind salsas

to its own drummer

dipping and swirling partner waves

in frantic and yet enticing embrace

in awe watching

in awe watching a bobcat kit

even younger than my first

lynx rufus visitor was years ago

newly independent but already

patient watching, watching

but not still, he sits on haunches

bobbed tail barely behind him

floretted forelegs extended

under muscular shoulders

pointed ears erect over

squarish head turning as he

watches, surveys, twists, watches

and then—he is gone

so young, but knowing

how to hunt, he is gone

                 live reporting, mjNordgren  5/9/2024  N

snag-bruised clouds

haiku

snag-bruised clouds hov’ring

near drought-shriveled stalks endow

beads of survival

rain gauge

oregon rain creates bleak chill

even when spring should dwarf

all efforts to dampen sunshine

our spirits droop, even knowing

dust devils will soon dervish—

whirl all thought of grays

and stir our longing for mist

and the soothing respite of dew

m m doctrine

innocence

assumed for liquid blue eyes

sweet vulnerability of marilyn

monroe doctrine declaring ‘hands off’

and ‘we won’t protest what you do

to others in your territory’

seems neither gullibility

nor guiltlessness

only complicity in uneasy piece

not peace

watercolor storm sky

a watercolor storm sky

of billowing clouds of grays

agonized purple and yellow

tortured by erupting orange

from angry, mottled blues

edging toward precipitating

their slivers of ice and shafts

of slashing rain when placating

winds shift their proximity

allowing sunshine to mediate

the argument to tete-a tetes of spring

pile to prize

funny what people choose to admire

physical beauty that requires

face lifts and tummy tucks

perfume and make-up

to try to sustain

or money which is which is a paper

promise easily burned or stolen

or conned or lost to greed or failure

to mend unseen holes in pockets

when, all around us

is a wealth of beauty maintained

by mother nature and geologic time

flora and fauna richly varied, colorful

beyond our far-flung imagination

waves gliding or pounding

into shores smoothed or carved

or gouged into wondrous cliffs

or dunes or caves resounding

with joy abundantly shared if

we would only be still and listen, look

touch, taste, smell and welcome

talk with birds

i wish i could talk with birds

that would make it easier to communicate, although hummers

do pretty well eyeball to eyeball

like the little Anna’s who chided

me through the window for allowing

the red, liquid treat to be depleted

or my zebra finch who patted

my hair as i reached into their cage

to give them fresh seed and water

or the snowy owl who watched me

standing in awe admiring him

and turned nearly full circle, posing

so i could have the full experience

of his splendor

or the osprey dad who glanced at me

as, worried, too, i watched

with him his oldest chick

gathering courage for its

first flight from the rugged nest high

on the platform of a utility pole

still, their plaintive cries or smiley

chirps and twitters leave me wondering

if their sounds mean to them what

their calls stir within my own emotions

i wish i were wise enough to understand

tottering throne

 wrestling with my dismay

at the moral decay while

knowing with my mind

it is a distraction from discovering

who or what is the power behind

the visibly tottering throne

courage to laugh

 a friend in pain whose laughter

entices smiles from those around her

now, that is what i call courage

rattle-brained

rattle-brained implies

return to rattle shaking

child of play and bliss

pledge a loyalty

we pledge a loyalty to the red tie

and to the republicans for which

it stands, one country, under maga

irreconcilable, with liberty and justice

for all except those on the list deemed

a rival party or people

—poor us, Bluffo

sunrise insistent

sunrise insistent

 (haiku)

peach-orange streaks widen

‘tween purple-indigo clouds

dawn insists on life

skin of tranquility

skin of tranquility

fragile barrier between busy-ness

and quietly being in the world

consciously brought about by will

and concentrated emptying

of distractions to focus on what is

like derm, thin envelope only

not shield of iron or woven mail

of copper or steel, but, unlike metal

living membrane that allows passage

exchange of sustenance of soul, senses

texture of the rock i sit on

smell of blue-purple violets huddling

near my left foot, imagined delicate pealing

of the lilies of the valley wafted

by placid breeze and truly heard faint

whimper of newborn cub or kitten

left long alone while mother forages

taste of earth’s renewing cycle of life

and death and enrichment of new life

skin we need to nurture to find

ourselves within the wholeness

of what finally matters over time

flutter butter

kids’ speak ‘flutter bys’

became ‘butterflies’ bringing

warm, adult smiles

toddler raised

(haiku)

daddy lifts toddler

as if tossing to blue sky

son gasps, trusts, giggles