Weeping blood red sun
Hangs low in the evening sky,
Dreams of long-lost loves.
Glass beach surf castoffs
Wave polishes rainbow stones
Vanishing treasures
A cliff face daunting
Finger hold, toe hold, anchor
Harness the mountain
Freezing rain and snow
Silken black lace of winter
Children ice skating.
Tree branches whisper
A gentle unseen caress
Scents of blooms afar
babbling summer creek
floating leaf with clever ant
must have surfing bug
At vigil, a bird,
young, stands over his fallen
mother. Summer weeps.
Darkness, quiet rain
Train whistles in the distance
I think I can sleep
summer afternoon
tree and pond on lonely field
sky like baldachin
sudden morning storm
rolling thunder, heavy rain
frogs taking cover
Wind ruffles your hair
As you board the new school bus.
Where has the time gone?
I am wildfire.
I have the moon's howl inside.
The world turns away.
The moon and the stars
continue to shine their light
when all else seems dark
The wind smells like death,
I think of you breathing it--
The sound at low tide.
Black-forked tongues spew hate
Mesmerize the credulous
Earth falls under weight
heavy summer air
thick with rain wanting to fall
my plants love you so
Fragile egos caught
On tree limbs like broken kites
Flapping in the wind
dark drifting wall-cloud
tendrils of rain trail below
backlit setting sun
leaden, heavy rain
pouring into the turned earth
shovel left to rust
midsummer snow squall
cottonwood pelts the windshield
in flights of fancy
what a mist upon
the mossed river. crocus blooms
beside grey-green stones.
Maple leaf unfurls
New life open to the sun
Caterpillar bite
An intimate rain
Reaches suddenly to me
Out of a clear sky
Diving pelicans
strike sea. Glistening, playful
ripples tag a child.
Female beekeeper
Trailing bees like smoke netted
Soft wind: so intent.
wooden bench, slats grayed
warped by summer sun and rain
our sanctuary
trimming donkey feet
summer sun behind rain clouds
I call with carrots
Field beneath the sun
Colors of different hues
Red, yellow, green, blue.
A buoyant bird rests
Flapping its wings and chirping
Sparks optimism
Macarthur Park Lake
a downtown LA jewel
broken glass needles
rain on latte stone
ancient spiritual beat
my heart knows this song
Rustling autumn leaves
Stick in the brown muddy earth
A tedious life
meadow exhales heat
sluggish warm-bellied cows graze
lazy summer morn
In a forest grove
Flute-like tones echo brightly
Sound of a wood thrush
Summer flowers grow
Feeling green grass underneath
Stars dot fading skies
sun light in my room
catches the smoke you exhale
a rosette pattern