In The House of Dreams
Poems for Joan

From the Title Poem

Blooms overflow our mossy bed -
we lie beneath yellow mimulus,
orange wallflower
and goldfields.

Alders and buckeyes measure the walls;
blue oaks frame the door;
manzanita, the windows;
and chamise surrounds a blue sky mirror.

Cassiopeia stretches across
the night sky ceiling,
and Aldebaran, follower of the Pleiades,
watches over.

Clear water makes a floor,
flowing over weathered sandstone
with grey stepping stones.