Blue bird, open wings,
undulating in the wind,
animated sky.
The cardinal roosts
skyward on a lofty branch,
a drop of sunset.
Transitioning light
guards the pathway's dome- shadows
lifting sunlight slow
Backlit by the moon
White clouds in a midnight sky
Sail till mornings rise.
Clouds behind bare trees,
cut into sharp white pieces.
My dreams in the sky.
bleak, leafless branches
scratch on a frigid blue sky
blissful birdsong's gone
Watermelon sky
Spider web catches the prey
Sundown crudit's.
red sun in the sky
I hold between my fingers
then flick it away
sounding geese point dark
against the buttermilk sky
frost thorns guard birch twigs
days of love and war
baby birds open beaks wide
reaching for the sky
Moonlight sits with me
as I study French travel.
Its shoulder, I rest.
fireworks in the sky
my brother-in-law gasps for
air on his deathbed
tangerine sunrise
spring wakes buds on birch branches-
sleepless night, child sick
Sun claws at the clouds
Frantically trying to see
The earth far below
stars unlatch themselves
at dawn from the Harvest Moon
dissolve like weak dreams
Weighted red petals
spring lively, greeting sun, when
morning dew drops drip
Easily unfurled
thirteen stripes and fifty stars
tree tops touch the ground
Guardians wrap me
in feathers and pine. Lift me
until I am sky.
today's joy unfolds
quiet gladness celebrate
under summer moon
Knees bent at sunrise
Longevity lost to fate
Headstones cast shadows
when the winter comes
the sunlight over the snow
heaven fell to earth
grayish, frozen sky
a bitter wind howls at night;
snowy, hushed footfall
Half snake, half human
Fuxi repaired the heavens;
Gong Gong broke the sky
Desolation in
the wood. The winter moon shows
only death tonight.
one day spring appears--
dirt, sun, rain, the tilt of Earth--
it lives beyond words
westward setting sun
the moon rising right on time
one crow, my night friend
ice shards bite elm twigs
catch shine from jupiter who
chances the sun's wake
faraway winds might
hide under borneo skies
between monsoon days
another sunset
blink, the horizon swallows
all the golden light
Picasso blue sky
leaking total solitude
out of the guitar.
streetlights at midnight
spillage of suspended stars
radio crackling
bent grass tells of flood,
spent before the morning sun
frogs croak for their mates
unabashed voyeur
solemn keeper of secrets
moon smiles crookedly
Aging white cement
Peeking over great black clouds
Old moon's glowing scalp
harvest moon aglow
long witchy fingers reach out
brittle leaves tango
stars shimmer, sparkle
luminious asterisk shoot
decorate a wish