illinois city
shrugs its shoulders, taxes me
for pure spring water
one day spring appears--
dirt, sun, rain, the tilt of Earth--
it lives beyond words
the red hound glares sharp
across the frozen river
coyote grins back
long lost relative
sister seal swims on her side
heartbeat of the sea
A Cloud of blood swirls
In a cup of hot water
Bug in my body
Winter willow waves
opaled arms, bearing weight, white
of innocent snow.
Snow falls on lake's shore.
Winter fingers work magic,
turn water to ice.
fenceline hackberry's
yellowing leaves drift downward
into Wild Horse Creek
Your eyes speak volumes
I feel the sea rush in when
my ears fail to hear.
an unfinished glass
beside her lifeless body-
I water her rose
camping at the lake
a treetop cradles the moon
sleeping with the stars
leaves abandon trees
empty branches wave farewell--
you moved out today
after morning rain
sailing in a newborn stream
very clean garbage
A silver lantern
Gentle breeze on the water
Precious reflections
The moon is broken
Into several sharp pieces
On rippled water
River flowing past
dawn breaks grey stones budding trees
trout rise to dry fly
Slow shallow waters
splash a small shovel to shore,
sandy castles gone.
Waves bring messages,
Mankind waits along the beach,
Those of peace still drown.
alone the swan drifts
in the shadow of the waves ?
the oar drips water
A flashbulb sky roars
Iced rain scratches at paned glass
Soft steam over tea
azure horizon
reflects in ocean mirror
strolling silhouettes
Rays of your essence
Stream through dark shadows... falling
On my face and soul
Sailboats wrapped in snow
sigh softly and ache for spring,
dreaming of the sea.
A tear; one dark stream
Discovers flimsy patchwork
Beautifully wrapped
Perching on the log
grains of sand by river side
as fine as his life.
faster and faster
ice skaters circle the pond
keeping pace with time
the dogwood is dry
from the hard sun of summer
her leaves look for rain
an autumn morning
the stream drifts languid and crisp
the old turtle sleeps
cherry blossoms bloom
murmuring waters reflect
willful ignorance
Rain on the water
A symphony of the new
Rippling chords, rebirth.
Hours of packing books.
Nearby, an open dumpster
glistens in the rain.
Sunset at the beach
waves against the rocky shore
sand between the cracks
never so serene
the surface of a small pond
six ducks still in flight
Snow tip mountains breathe
Brown bears wander paths for food
Shadows light a pond.
Black skies cry to me
I hear cold rain trickle down
wet night harmony
I have a gold heart
pumping blood rivers on which
no doldrums can float