birds and crickets chirp
locusts bounce in high grasses
Arboretum dawn
framed in shades of blue
billowing white taffeta
summer's midday sky
at dusk, rowan trees
become long-fingered giants
unbraiding my hair
storm clouds cast fine nets,
trawling the mountain shadows
sinking sun plunges
Ghost wind chills the air
Snow flesh clings to cold tree bones
Winter haunts the streets
old city graveyard
strains of a familiar tune
amid the bare trees
Late summer sun warms
tomato is turning red
earth spins and wobbles
evening chorus,
ecstatic cacophony
pond frogs praising rain
Our days like driftwood
on a bare reach of river,
gifts from gods upstream
Whitecapped bands of clouds
Roll in waves across the sky
Toward the beach of dawn.
shadows stretch long arms
underneath the dripping sun
anticipation
Blue filters through oak
leaves, catching the green on fire
like copper burning.
spring in New Hampshire
snow clusters on sundresses
stiff on the clothesline
Pandemonium
Cantering across the field
Freedom incarnate
Your skin bowing 'neath
my touch reminds the deaf sky
of stars, of sleep.
Snow-capped mountains loom,
aglow beside the still sound;
rumbling motor-boat.
Ghostly glow of moon
Unsung songs of sleeping birds
Waiting to emerge
Heart, bare, frozen shut;
like the yonder river's ice,
still forevermore.
Cherry blossom trees
release sweet dancing petals
in seasons of spring
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