Backlit by the moon
Stark skeleton of branches
Pierce the evening sky
the last dregs of snow
live and die by the Sun's glance-
feeding daffodils
my flower garden
once again in its full bloom -
watching falling stars
The first green of spring
protruding from snow and soil-
presents from the Sun
You wake me gently
reach to me and warm my skin
Good morning sun ray
Balance of nature
The sun rises, the sun sets
All in symmetry
Early morning chores
Orion fills the West sky
I fill grain buckets
all yellow leaves flee
the cold birch limbs above me
stars sprout on her twigs
Nebulous shadows
Of moonlight slowly swaying
To a gentle breeze
Beauty, so fragile
Dependent on warming sun
I ache to touch you.
cold lonely day--sky
a seamless gray canopy
your knock on the door
a light west wind blows,
blind to large looming black clouds,
young boys crab at dusk.
a ghost of herself
the doe treads on damp mosses
just before sunrise
Sunset-splattered peach
Bleeding end-of-summer wine -
A tree hangover
Sun-lit windows, each
a brief torch against the world
of nicks and splinters
hiding in her voice
susurrations of heaven
raindrops sing backup
White crystal shrouded
Crisp beautiful blades of green
Gone with morning sun
Moon rides on the waves
Night after night ritual
Walking in the sand
clouds on clouds, waves on
waves in the summer sunset
footprints in the sand
A stone's drought whispers
As it lies amidst the sun
Dry in summer's end
Don't seek my presence
And compare it to heaven,
Rather stay grounded
Sun shining? Grey clouds?
Wind? Is it going to rain?
Miami Weather
Patterns in the sky
Ripples replace reflections
Stillness is silenced
sun's brilliant sparkle
turquoise blue ocean abounds
pelicans gliding
Floating through the sky
Red and yellow orange and blue
A hot air balloon.
Alfalfa buds bloom
Purple in the morning sun
Winter arrives soon
white bark of aspens
powdered with antler velvet-
autumn moon shadows
Pastel-painted sky,
white wisps of cirrus soaring,
palace for the moon.
White moonlight slivers
Reveal diamonds on blue waves
Bright nocturnal gems
palm tree fronds slapping
violent Santa Anas
a sinister moon
we feel it coming
raindrops bursting in moon dust
mud soon, mud always
A tired old house
weeds are kissing the dull sky
not too much time left
your eyes fill with tears
let me go winter daughter
to my Moon River
Warm summer rains pass,
skies are clear again: why not
forgiveness so swift?
Seagull cuts into
a bar of obstinate sun,
casts his own shadow
bright sun, burning earth
bench in the shade, wind blowing -
life philosophy