Thunder in the hills
summer blows through the dry grass?
too much left undone
leaning together
three linden trees drip fragrance
carried on the breeze
Green fields thrashed to mud.
Clouds heavy as iron plates.
May?no mayflies yet.
Thunder, storm, lightning
Sitting on that mountain ridge
With monsters and gods
Sun rips through tissue
Paper clouds to place his hands
hotly on my arm.
Moisture in the air
Leaves changing colors early
Mists cloud the Basin
Moving against time
From spring into the cold snow
Landing, clicks, belts off
Gazing at the clouds
Children point out many shapes
Topics of their dreams
chill winds laboring
summer dies a sultry death
the birth of autumn
showing only thorns
through patches of silent snow
dreaming of a bloom
brown poppy stalks wait
the wind's artistry in fire
orange memories
fir flame and west wind
conspire to pumpkin the moon
in a smokey eye
full yucca moon ghosts
starving black basalt river
thin rapids bleed snow
In zazen at dusk
I dwell on time's roaring wind.
Then, a firefly
Knocked down by the rain,
The maple seeds glow pale green
On the wet sidewalk
softly falling snow
my breath, warm and visible
white puffs in the air
windy afternoon...
watching the circling black clouds
drop to lashing rain
Cool grayness masks all
Ships pass in silent respect
Fog horn bellows out
Ominously cold.
Snow beating endlessly down.
Bonding inside, safe.
Late spring breeze tosses
wine and cheese tasters senses.
Ant soiree begins!
unsettled patterns
the moon shine plays hide and seek
with a chance of rain
Sleepless nights approach
As clouds pass along the sky
Taking dreams with them
Parachuting down
In daylight through passing clouds
Entering daydreams
sky for a canvas
sunshine sand and rolling sea
clouds erase the paint
birthday barbecue -
a murmuring of starlings
cloud the horizon
Snow flurries, North End
pizzeria signs glowing,
showering rubies.
Three river city-
Pittsburgh, winter wind searches
through empty buildings.
Trees seemingly grow
From a fog bank that hovers
Just above the ground
White cotton ball clouds
Stream across an azure sky
Nature on parade
Breezes run along
the warm air against my arms
Temperature change
Dead branch crashes down
The spring winds introduction
Howling through the night
A single snow flake
The desert's eager tongue waits
Too little, too late
wind raked waves pounding
shore dunes become sand canyons
buying more candles
drifting summer breeze..
she drinks his favorite tea
by the lone window
storm subsides subdued?
branches, babbling brook beside?
sound of renewal
dandelions bloom
loosened by late summer's breeze
wishes on the wind