Today it rained
The summer was dry.
The earth was parched.
Today it rained a good rain,
a steady downpour
drumming on the roof,
pouring from canales,
pattering loudly everywhere.
Then the clouds opened
and sunlight spilled down
upon the world.
Fragrances of autumn
float in the air.
Yellow tints glisten
upon the leaves.
My breath feels fresh
and clean like the world
shimmering around me.
Thomas Burnham French ©
Horse whisperer
Life is a breath in the wind.
I ride a stallion of dreams.
To know oneself and love oneself
is to own some golden light.
To be a horse whisperer
and call elk, coyotes, and owls into my dreams
is to gain vast heavens
across the starry night.
Thomas Burnham French ©
A stepping stone
In deepening twilight, snow fell softly
blanketing woodlands and meadows,
bringing silence.
As clouds lift over mountains
and the heavens clear,
a new moon hangs by a thread
in a darkening sky
with Venus near its crescent.
Shadows deepen as I cross wild pastures.
I cradle nothingness in the palms of my hands.
Night, with its dark emptiness
veiled around the endless stars
does not pluck notes of sadness or loss.
The night is dream-like.
It is a cloud-like stepping stone
at the edge of these mountains
where I enter a place of quiet solitude
and gain a sense of peace and oneness.
Thomas Burnham French ©
Above distant hills
Glowing softly as it lifts
into the night,
a full moon rises above distant hills.
It whispers of eternity
among endless stars
strewn across the heavens.
Who can quell their dreams from appearing
in the miracle of our existence?
Thomas Burnham French ©