The empty bench sits
In memorandum of those
Happy summer days
breathe reverently
in the misty afternoon
autumn's inner light
puddle of Slushies
drying on Summer sidewalk
ten lethargic bees
Old Winter's brooding
nonchalance, assuming our
subjection to night.
Spring. The thick clothes gone,
backlit beauties are skating
along Storrow Drive.
With an autumn sky
Red birds sing into the night
Wolves howl by stone caves.
Summer's evening sky
glazed with red, saffron, yellow
smoldering glory
howling winter wind
beckons the beaming full moon
calls of spirit wolves
the end of summer -
dried roses from our first date
have lost all their scent
leaves changing color -
promises made in summer
now dry up and fade
Brisk breeze of Autumn
slides through an open window
with hint of Winter
playful autumn breeze
chases me around and round
the burning leaf pile
sizzling summer streets
one searches shade where one can
and prays for a breeze
Wheat sways with the wind
Leaves rustle and move around
It is harvest time
Blank, white legal pad,
tall pine trees sway in summer,
love yourself, I say.
As winter snow falls
Ice water drips through green light
A marigold wilts.
Winter storm blows days
Green waves crashing on black rocks
Ghosts dance like crazy
The year tends toward Spring?
Snowy desolation! Days
lengthen, cold strengthens.
Winter play turns sharp
Paring windburned skin from stone
In the June-melt creek
sometimes thoughts spring up
demanding not to be heard
but to be written
black crow on white snow
four toed print thatches pathway
Russian winter dream
early spring morning
we shiver inside our coats --
crocus bulbs bursting
I yank silver hairs
peeking through my dark gray mane...
new spring in my step
Golden hickory
aglow in Autumn's warm sun
Nature's menorah
Rainy Winter day
perfect time to stay inside
and write poetry
Covered in winter's
branches, moon rises from a
bed of soft gray clouds.
Lovers kiss and tell
tales blown in the summer winds
my eyes share secrets
the last winter's tale
leaves snow on my brown door step
my feet frost bitten.
insouciant hours
crazy hopscotch and leapfrog
in the spring garden
Leaves fall and scatter
softly cover the Earth's bed
with Winter's warm quilt
Leaves drift and scatter
at the mercy of the wind
Autumn's ghosts of Spring
Thin sliver of moon
hangs askew in the darkness
of an Autumn sky
Cold gives way to warm
This season hope starts anew
Today I saw you
In summer's delight,
Sky's old quarrels with Earth fade
into warm embrace
almost spring twilight...
to be parents, in silence
on the green park swing
grass between my toes
one of summer's lazy treats
taking me back home