the garden roses
so still and calm at twilight;
no thought for the frost
winter snow falling
two crows then three like black snow
hopping on a tree
borneo monsoon
in evergreen memories
when thunder returns
tick and tack of sleet
upon breadth of dying blades -
duck paddles through reeds
A flashbulb sky roars
Iced rain scratches at paned glass
Soft steam over tea
carefully reading
a book window-side midnight
snow's ambient light
Sailboats wrapped in snow
sigh softly and ache for spring,
dreaming of the sea.
Snow falling on fields,
beneath a crows silent wings,
softly gives and takes.
crowds of autumn leaves
dance at dusk through graying streets
lifted by the wind
your lingering pause
is loud like the infamous
calm before thunder
Stars Counterpoint Clouds
Lepus at Orion's Feet
Peeking around Mist
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
father's whisky breath
fierce storms on Saturday nights
summer turns to fall
a mist of hairspray
women's laughter, mirrored smiles
secrets kept in style
windy autumn day
prismatic petals deluge---
garden tsunami
winds will whirl wildly
shaking loose any leaf left
trees sometimes topple
billowing kudzu
on a cloud-covered fall day
summer's hopeless hold
Rain on the water
A symphony of the new
Rippling chords, rebirth.
I hear my father's
sneeze over the salt-thick wind,
but he is not here.
galloping horses
encircle without dust cloud
the carousel ride
My breath comes slowly.
The breeze's smell reminds me
of roses. It's time.
Hours of packing books.
Nearby, an open dumpster
glistens in the rain.
Wind rustles the leaves
warning of the coming storm
like a restless ghost
Snow tip mountains breathe
Brown bears wander paths for food
Shadows light a pond.
hot fast-food breakfast
with others eating alone?
cold morning drizzle
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
man in a black hat
he's angry; his life bores him
sleet begins to fall
relentless blue sky
arid blows in the west wind
another drought day
Electron cloud grape
skins ever ripe, bursting in
to reality.
Heat lightning drifts by,
riding on the gentle winds,
to meet the full moon.
Crisp rain water falls
Into a brown wood bucket
Tea leaves soak inside.