in dreams through the sash
snow tires and a clink of chain
transport me away
We pad to the beach
float in a warm, shining sea
amble back, tired.
fire in the hills
white ash falls from the plum sky
I hold out my tongue
Japanese maple
leaves turn from green to amber . . .
bracing for winter
cumulus clouds stalk
lupine's sun soaking petals
summer memory
clouds on the mountain
watching from my cottage door
I grip my teacup
a half moon perches
in the sycamore's branches
light blooms on the hills
Suspended halo
Ice crystals caress the moon
Frigid, hushed moon dogs
Yelping coyotes
chase October's gibbous moon
Dog woofs softly, once
fresh tea leaves dancing
with gusto through dull water
a flight of dragons
Light blue morning sky
Oak branches frame a bright moon
Fallen rose petals
limbs shed yellow leaves
dropping and shooting in wind
stars sit on sidewalks
pair of owls night-dance
enfolding the balsam pine
snow embroidery
The sun stretches forth
to gather the moon's present
diamond covered Earth.
Hoofprints in the snow
Filling with the windblown flakes
Disappearing now
Large emerald hands
Deep forest beneath our eyes
The sea is churning
broken wing sparrow
flopping low along sidewalk-
green leaf in the wind
Early morning sun
Gently emerging through fog
Calls, arise sweet earth
Plumes of smoke rising
up from the leaf-covered ground
into the fall sky
Furious wind chimes
Driven by the careless wind
Bang out their protest.
Earth croaks three long times,
Morning sun rises and weeps
At the dirt of man
a tired rasp of leaf -
cold gust scattering blackbirds
into early night
perfect black berries
red hollyhocks and cherries
summer sun's children
Clear sky, a chill breeze
Daffodils nodding sagely
Spring is a false dawn
red bird minds nearby
stark against the crisp snow drifts
my late dad's spirit
Blinding yellow sun
Attempts to hide the faint moon.
Still, it is present.
new trash in alleys
swirling in the warm fall wind
paper cups dancing
First light opens up
a chorus of excitement.
Bright little song birds.
Wooden garden swing.
Children grown-up, fly the nest;
Birds reclaim their perch.
Fall retains its glow
Falling leaves and golden times
Followed by the snow
On the hot, dry sand
Bones of an old coyote,
A spiral of wind
Rain on the window
my shoulder, your restless head--
where secrets are safe
Fiery sunset burns
In purple sky. Smokestacks climb
To touch its bright rays.
My heart, like dead leaves
downfallen, trampled afoot
broken troth of spring
catbird on a limb
total eclipse of the sun
a distant rumbling
leaves decay and melt
earth's flesh rotting into dirt
season reaches end--