The moon is broken
Into several sharp pieces
On rippled water
a kiss of pink dawn
breaks across the milk gray moon
breathing me awake
flock of wild geese drifts
under the late autumn moon
ghosts of my young life
Hour before dawn
Horned owl hoots alarm in pines
Trouble on the way
River flowing past
dawn breaks grey stones budding trees
trout rise to dry fly
the garden roses
so still and calm at twilight;
no thought for the frost
Grass blades wilt here now
Cold shade in a winter haze
Moon peeks through bramble.
Fluid cells of sky
bring concrete vistas to life
in speckled portraits
Imprints in cold grass:
shadows of idle bodies
once lost in the sun
Sun-like, his body
rises on top of hers; she
moon-like, gives him way.
A flashbulb sky roars
Iced rain scratches at paned glass
Soft steam over tea
Ice painted trees crack
Power lines snap; the blackout ?
opens to starlight.
Perusing fine words
Used pages like winter skies
Then, her lost blonde strand
in the break of dawn
a call from the cockerel
parades a new day
Tall trees are bent low,
Their branches reaching for earth.
Heaven is too far.
slender curve of moon
in the cool descending night
yin and yang at rest
Hazy mikan skies
Skytree but a silhouette...
Dawn's awakening
crowds of autumn leaves
dance at dusk through graying streets
lifted by the wind
shimmering white sand
with wildflowers in the dunes;
raging, burning sun.
The air is white with
thistledown. The sky is red
with the Harvest Moon.
Stars Counterpoint Clouds
Lepus at Orion's Feet
Peeking around Mist
Lifting Twilight Flow
Moves Light Around and into
Sky's Falling Darkness
Brazen mountain side
lightened up by the last rays
of the setting sun
Walking through pre-dawn
fog... full moon measuring its
height imprecisely
the dogwood is dry
from the hard sun of summer
her leaves look for rain
the Autumn sun shines
golden leaves fall from the sky
Listen - the wind speaks
Each blade of green grass
Holds diamonds that catch the sun
As the dew burns off
The August sun's set--
our wall radiates its warmth,
sun for the lizard
rainy night, and then
like a line drawn in the sand
falling stars appear
up all through the night
dawn becomes more beautiful
from sleep deprived mind
your smile is a sign
from heaven above, unless
my heart tells a lie
reborn as flurries
of the mountain's furied stars
stair-stepped to sky's vaults
In afternoon sun
my shadow one of many
waiting for the bis
Slices of sunlight
through the stand of redwood trees
golden dust dancing
with raptor talons
we grasp at elusive dreams
moon smiles knowingly
early morning sun
outline of a little boy
demanding some food