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
Sunset at the beach
waves against the rocky shore
sand between the cracks
I, looking westward
upon each successive dusk...
one more masterpiece
a sunset shower
telling my neighbor too late
rainbows never last
feathers of ice fog
sever plains of blue into
sky geometry
Black skies cry to me
I hear cold rain trickle down
wet night harmony
thick forests whisper
songs of love to a wild moon
murmured with the wind
Chaotic dark sky
Suddenly grows calm and still:
The eye of the storm
departing summer
maple-colored moon outshines
the cicada's song
relentless blue sky
arid blows in the west wind
another drought day
sharp rocked river bank
blackberry thorns scratch the sky
ducklings sculpt smooth glass
post card from loved one
faint moon in afternoon sky
heart warms, mind lingers
Heat lightning drifts by,
riding on the gentle winds,
to meet the full moon.
Sweat drops down my sides
With Basho in hand I drift
Atop sun-filled streams
Bright white moon still climbs
Green fishing boats line the shore
Blue waves crash nearby.
Sleeping through the day
swoops out of the snowy night
by watch of the moon
The Sun gives the sign
The Moon's everlasting chill
All is set in place.
Roses on the wall
Blossoming from the buds, they
Stretch out to the sun
Bright lights in the sky
Twinkle against the asphalt-
Sharing the summer
Looming black storm clouds
rattle the small quiet town-
bullies in the sky
The robin, hopping,
peers over its grey wing as
the spring sun departs.
Desert darkness falls
wrapped up in my sleeping bag
lost among the stars
my work is finished
latter part of day remains
the sun holds me close
sun beaming brightly
shines through my office window
I ride the beam home
Infinite Edges
Shadow Crawls Over Mountains
To Stars Gentle Light
thawed by the Spring sun
we flirt on damp grass and feel
butterflies dancing
Shy autumnal bird
did you brush against the moon
to get that pale down?
It is the white hour
between deep night and soft dawn.
Even the wren stares.
A blue water mill
Amber light sparkles in dawn
Gravel spread on grounds.
one paw at a time...
old cat searches tenderly
for the morning sun
The white backs of leaves
flutter under a dark sky
as thunder grumbles