Forest path reveals
multicolored quilt. One leaf
remains quivering.
Rain falls. Leaves begin
to spring. Little lambs skip. Birds
couple, build and sing.
The full moon tarries
admiring her rival's blush
blooming on the hills
Indigo sky eats
the sun and stars, silver, light
a velvet nightfall.
The diving whales leave
flat circles of sea - mirrors
into both our worlds.
Leaves flutter and turn
Wrapped in wind, dark clouds, and rain
Still the robin sings
In the midday sun;
A spider dragging its web
through the withered grass.
tree swallows return
settling into their old home
a spring sky stirring
Sleet and snow falling.
Inactive withered fields lay,
seeds patiently wait.
Sauntering mint leaves,
winds of spring swim tenderly,
eager rain taps soft.
Sunbeams slap the snow,
grassy pouches surfacing,
thick breads rise with warmth.
oarless, rudderless
just an ordinary leaf
drifting out to sea
heavy with wet snow
dark long fingertips sky bound
point accusations
Black ocean waves run
Fingers through the moonlight harp
Midnight opera
Rain has a secret,
Taps your shoulder then a toe:
Warm breath into earth.
silent in its path
the moon reflects in ripples
leaping to each wave
Pole in the water
leaves start to fall as I wait
Finally, a tug
In the moonless sky
a shadow walks the sunshine
to the other side
the stars remain still
in the dark depths of the night -
no boats on the lake
The cool breeze hisses?
snow hides the big Everest
travelers climb up
On the desert road,
the setting sun paints me gold
a lonely fox cries.
yesterday's cold wind
chimney smoke and street blown leaves
hours before snow
His lung portioned out.
Sterile sheets, beeping. Outside
the leaves are turning.
beautiful glacier
standing above small city
eyes touch snow clothed hills
Snow-white butterfly
Floats by on a summer breeze
Slowly melts away
under shrouds of cloud
stealthy purple mountains rise
to capture the sun
walking across snow
leaving watery footprints
as winter exits
Trees stripped bare of leaves
under a crisp, golden star
while fruits are yielded.
cemetery hill
rising snow carries the dead
further away still
puff of powder snow
permeates a cedar branch
her fingers thread his
hanging from a branch
where birds nested in the spring
icicles in pairs
Snow piles on the ground
Looking for longevity
First week in April
Alone in the night
Blinking eyes search in the dark
The moon sheds some light
Here above the clouds
Seeing the freeway below
Looking down at birds
Cape foxtail grasses
slight agreeable sea breeze
rustles awns faintly
howling northern winds
break bare tree limbs and branches
leaving open wounds