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--
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