Silk-black hair veils eyes.
Bare toes froth fountain water.
Soft Farsi giggles.
Waves bring messages,
Mankind waits along the beach,
Those of peace still drown.
an early spring rain
drops gold onto sleeping dogs
women wake and cry
The sun and wind flash
neon fish upon the pond ?
cold swim, bright shining.
Where marigolds bloom
Crisp water runs smooth through roots
A lone shadow crawls.
cottage by the sea
the rise and fall of your chest
with each crashing wave
Lone gull on a sea
dons the sun and moon for wings
and soars forever
A bass freshly caught
lies still as death in the grass
then flops to water
one clear dancing pool
water full of moonlight sang
between dreaming leaves
Sunlight and spring rain
Fertilize the ground below...
Green is their offspring
crimson in the dusk
waves wash over the seagrass
as a seagull cries
The water tumbles
Leaving all plants a treasure
Growing, then blooming
Sea Sprites in the surf
dance a frolicsome fun jig -
wavelets flying high
breathing mountain air,
two boys skip the angled slate
across smooth waters
Last summer we slept
by the river side, my hand
almost touching yours.
Whispers in the rain
descending towards black asphalt
masking endless night
Lightning cackles here
Blue sparks jump from heavy clouds
Rain soaks a white rose.
the river flows east
water carrying all life
dreams wash ashore cleansed
Ripples by the dock
sunfish peek up for bread crumbs
Sun shines on water
on a seaside bench
my father joins his neighbour ?
autumn moon shows up
clouds gather above
rain fills our picnic baskets
we go home hungry
Grazing water's edge
Blue heron dancing with lake
Wings never touching
Federal prison
Overlooks magic gardens
Water lilies bloom
coastal sage perfumes
sticky air sprinkled with salt
the deep green sea boils
rain hits hot pavement?
senses flood with memories?
scent of summer reigns
broken wood, split rock
hikers trudge along a path
mountains loom, lake shines
field diving into
a river - weeping willows
cradling the full moon
never turn your back
on the ocean, mother warned,
the dead come in waves
sun on the water
grey-green with a squint becomes
sea spirits dancing
Steam in the morning.
Gray and delicate lilies
wither on the lake.
Wet whys in the mud
Left by tiniest of birds
Washed away by rain
Rain over snow: God
holds in armor eight pine trees
straight above my house.
like spirit islands
fog floats the sea around me
vaporous but real
new glories gild shores
blooms diffuse their sweets around
fruitful rain descends
Late nights of nothing
sound quiet as rain on grass
and I grow as fast.
Words written in sand,
wisdom left for wind and tide,
momentarily.