Sangre Decristo by H. Stearley at Earthwalking The Junipers weep As the Winds Descend through the Mountains * Cloud hoods on the peaks Deposit fresh snow The melt-off spawing Cold, clear streams Birthing life in this high desert * The Pronghorns dance in the valley below * To the South The Coyotes sing A successful hunt Feeds their young *

Cool Nights, Day's End by H. Stearley at Earthwalking As the days grow shorter And the nights grow colder The scent of Autumn rises A trip in time Taking me back to younger days * Where time stretched on forever Playing in the jungles of weeds A home once surrounded by nothing Other than corn fields * GrandMother Moon glows blue…

Detached by H. Stearley at Earthwalking Ten years have passed Since the traumas peaked Loss of home, marriage, career, family members My Dog * And so I retreated Bandaged the wounds of the Soul Hid in movement Thousands of miles Not staying long in one place People came and went But I remained impenetrable * Can I let someone in now…

Amara by H. Stearley at Earthwalking She is a gentle Wind The glistening water in the Sun’s Rays A soft Embrace A child’s Laughter * She moves with Grace Dancing on Ice Gliding just above the Surface Poetry in Motion Sultry and Devine * Alluring Sapphire-blue Eyes Iridescent Embers * Her Skin Radiant, Glowing Lips, Succulent, Luscious Cheeks, finely Sculpted…

Twin Flames by H. Stearley at Earthwalking Two hearts beating as one, Flames of the same fire, Perhaps souls sharing past, and now present lifetimes, Communication telepathic, By the look in your eyes, The touch of your hand, Conscious and unconscious connections, The feeling of vibrating at the same frequency, That enveloping peace, Knowing you’re at the right place and time, Particles of light dancing together in the wind. An awakening. *** In Metta Feature Pic: This image was generated by Microsoft Designer.

Tucson by H. Stearley at Earthwalking I found myself standing in miles of open dessert Spoke to the cacti, the Mountain Lion and the Bear Sat on the top of a mountain Walked through the base of a canyon Hiked through sky islands fed by mountain streams Drove all four directions from the center Of a community, a million strong…

Orbit by H. Stearley at Earthwalking Moment to moment, The sky grows lighter, darker, lighter, The Earth orbiting around the sun, But what do we orbit? A star, a job, a material possession, Can you even possess? Perhaps a lover, or the concept of “Love.” Where is your gyroscope? Balance. *** In Metta Feature Image: The image for this piece was generated by WordPress's AI Generator.

Anger by H. Stearley at Earthwalking So what is this emotion called anger? That strikes like a cobra, Seemingly from nowhere, It’s venom now coursing through my veins. A sequence of chemical reactions – molecular hysteria in the mind. Yet it was external toxicity that gave it birth . . . Thermodynamic non-equilibrium. *** In Metta Feature Image: This image was generated by Wordpress's AI generator.

Fusion by H. Stearley at Earthwalking Time passes Souls meet Atoms collide Binding releases More energy than fission And all is dispersed again In the Great Storm . . . *** Feature Pic: The feature image was generated on WordPress's AI generator. The images below were generated on Microsoft Designer. Interesting what AI will throw together when fed the terms atomic fusion, soul fusion, great storm and love. I should note that the AI generators also engage in censorship and will not produce images when using certain terms.

Highways by H. Stearley at Earthwalking Glimmering ribbons, stretching to infinity, Scintillating heat mirages form bodies of water, Promises that elude us. The highways take us to tangible places . . . without meaning, Leading us in circles to temporary respites, Dissolving boundaries, merging detachments, Penetrating the natural world of the ancients, A parting of the mane, of the wild thoroughbred,

Six Words by H. Stearley at Earthwalking Today’s eternity is already entirely forgotten Time passed, and you were gone I awoke, but the dream persisted Music couldn’t stop her from crying Heart beats, drum beats, highway calls His mind meanders through alpine pastures He could not stop the rain Heartbeats quicken, Soul fire, you’re here Meditations did not help me escape…

An Auspicious Omen by H. Stearley at Earthwalking I am hiking through the forest Time and time again The Red-Winged Blackbird Fluffs its wings And sings out a warning Conk-la-ree As I venture too close to its nest * Symbol of all of Mother Earth's Energies It pauses Seeing I am no threat And adopts a pose of a proud parent…

Timeless Elegance, Vintage Classics by H. Stearley at Earthwalking Sitting in the Library In the cool, Quiet Fortress of Words * A Man With his Dog Wanders among the Shelves Like a hiker, gazing Upward Ignoring his Path * A Woman Glued to her Phone In anxious, hypnotic Gaze Lets AI form her thoughts and Emotions Her heart Absent A Hungry Ghost…

The Masters by H. Stearley at Earthwalking I watch the Masters Everyday Crafting Words Bending Them To higher Meanings * The brilliance that Shines Comtemplated Phrases Carry me Home To a land with Meaning * Inhaled Emotion Exhaled Enthusiasm A rhythm, a Tempo Stepping stones over Water Ascending to A loftier Dimension In human Consciousness * Words were given to Me…

The San Pedro by H. Stearley at Earthwalking I am sitting by the green Waters Of the only Northbound River A moving Ribbon Slicing through desert Chaparral * The seeds of ancient Cottonwoods Drift through the Air Buoyed up by filamentous Tufts Nature's Needlework Spun up Cellulose Of sugar, wax and Pectin * I make a Game Of Catching Them…

Mother Ocean (Mama Qucha) by H. Stearley at Earthwalking Gulls skim the Pacific’s Waves Engulfing pink Crustaceans The Sun dropping below blue Clouds Sinks into the Drink * A lighthouse straddles the jagged Cliff Warning Seafarers Of the Stone People below Arising from Molten Magma They hold all of Earth’s History * They Susurrate the Chronicle Of Parturition, the Emergence…

Being by H. Stearley at Earthwalking The Master beseeched us to Meditate on Being But he spoke in the wrong Language *** In Metta

Tahoma by H. Stearley at Earthwalking Wildflowers blanket the Horizon Lillies, Heather Shooting Stars, Asters Lupines and Indian Paintbrush Just to name a few * The full spectrum of the Rainbow * The plethora of scents Fruity-sweet, ginger Oakmoss, camphor Spicy, ambrosial Balmy, and smoky * Redolent of the most lush Divine Gardens * Silhouetted by Pine, Fir, Larch, Alders, Maples, Spruce, Hemlock…

Caleb by H. Stearley at Earthwalking Cobalt blue Waters Reflecting cerulean, blue Skies Lenticular clouds in the Distance The almond eyes of the Heavens * Purple mountains on the Southern Horizon The Sun’s rays Scattered Breaking the Spectrum Of all Probability * Underground Aquafers Feeding subsurface neural Networks They emerge through the Willow’s Branches Breathing atmospheric Zephyrs * If one’s body is the Earth…