Hunter

winter rains race angrily at me from the jemez

race black gray across the staring faces expressions

of the deeply shadowed mesas

moments lengthen as the wind begins

to lick at pine trees whipping

finch hungrily feed 

flee to their juniper homes

I lick at my lips

taste what might be

the first drops of time

running from a 
hunting

rain

jppestana

Hunter

2.3.2019

When the Sky

when the sky is suddenly broken 

and no one is left to see the blue spilling

let the crushing breeze fall between

you the blue hills blue earth

feel the blue on your tongue

touch the ends of the earth

the wings of birds

with a no longer 

sky

jppestana

When the Sky

1.28.2019

Maybe Wolf

echoes linger longer
linger in this blankness of his

he dreams easily enough even breezily
an anonymous boy wishfully fishing
in the bubbles little ripples
of dark and darting
shadows

on this night
he comes alone to see
the moon turn to blood
turn to wolf

he sees the moon wants to howl
alert the heavens to its presence
but somehow
has forgotten
how

it begs to eclipse itself
become its own pulsing shadows
its own deepening mysteries

the sunny breath
essence of the wolf's now
whispered
mighty
cry

jppestana
Maybe Wolf
1.25.2019

Redwillows

oh his rowdier ghosts
nameless cowardly
surround him 
loud enough to drown out
the hissing stream
flowing now
by red
willows

the moon seems to know
as much as one could ever know
his eddy of bubbling dreams
slow current of empty meanings
blurred reflections

and in branches
leaning to the stream
a heart groans
lies alone in a basket
woven tightly by moonlight
cold breath
of a coyote
waiting
wicked
in red
willows

jpestana
12.27.18
Redwillows

Seasons

the winter of her

freezes me in time

cloaks me in fresh snow

the spring in her thaws me

blossoms freely in new born light

the summer of her warms me

heartens me on longer days

and the fall of her

the fall of her

wraps me in all color

leaves me vibrant

a season 
still waiting
wanting

for a 
name

jppestana1

seasons

12.17.2018

Time


this night is only smoke no more
sparks touch rise to become star
he feels a fraction of sky 
a yellow moon protecting
shards of broken rainbow
unearthly tears frozen in place
waiting to be collected admired
there is wonder here for all to see
maybe something more
time rolling as thunder applauds loudly
disturbs his silence for what
a cloaking mist thickly dust spreads out before him
he loses sight stumbles on a marked stone
a circle in circle round and smooth
a thought of time and
time
again

jppestana
12.4.2018
Time

Next

only the crow own these swirling rows
of a scarred forgotten cornfield
they are countless in this wondrous dusk
fencerows that frame their glorious poem
are darker than the dusk
darker than the next hint of loneliness
the crow become their own dark words
loudly shouting to all crow and man
spellbound all
in a knowing
tattered
wind

jppestana
Next
11-9-2018