Gray clouds hide the sun?
Snowflakes bustle past my nose?
Winter stomps his feet.
Torrential flash rain!
Under the tree shade; haiku
to girls rushing by.
Illuminating
naked branches in the snow
- The buzzing porch lamp.
freezing rain and wind
dance across a wooden deck
winter's rhapsody
Pressed from rotten fruit
Flies meander on the brim
Roasting in the sun
The leaves make my heart
Jump. The flowers make me sing.
Life is beautiful.
pink japonica
blooms on bare limbs wet with rain --
last winter's shovels
Dare I lie me down
Amidst bare trees, floating songs
Lifting lonely souls?
Pushing fingers down
Into deep green moss and ferns
Cool earth, sweet cool earth
opaline snow rings
tarnishing the silver moon -
old age settles in
sun rays angle down-
a row of birch tree shadows
disguises deep snow
Anhinga bird stretch
Waking the morning stillness
Warming my new day
Autumn is artwork;
Golden sunsets and cool nights
Leaves fall and take flight
Cloudless brilliant dawn?
Blue Jay hops up to the sky.
Bough to branch to twig.
white blanketed trees
snowflakes dancing from the sky
melting on my tongue
Sleeping in the shade
Messages on falling leaves
No good place to hide
cloudless skies still move
so much wind across my face
leaves blowing like thoughts
November the first -
descending down a dry leaf
a very slow snail
parting laden pines
ice powdered boughs shiver fog
snow dust down my back
Earth turns to winter
Tree line falls; skyline rises
Fresh fallen asphalt
a silver-tongued brook
wheat field whispers in the wind
fingertips trace Braille.
morning without song
heart shaped leaves a deeper red
an autumn day dawns
Silver light fishes
Leaping sparks on the water
Cast down from the sun
snowflake minuet
white laden tranquility
nature's gift of peace
Interrogation
Tree echoes the woodpecker
Reverberation
I give no grumble
Hearing the thunder and rain
Thankful for this warmth
Dewy chilly morn,
Sun begins to warm the earth-
Horse whinnies hello.
Half a rabbit seen
by full moon. The unseen half?
Rabbit all the same.
Granite trail, steep climb
Soundless, as dying leaves fall
My heart beats walking
harvest moon beckons
spring tide crests aureate banks
brown leaves ride her wake
lemon-rhubarb hair
cascades as we pirouette
atop crimson leaves
October sunset
cold fog rises from the earth
among the tombstones
grey day tossing clouds
maple leaves spin across yards
motion absent change
snow laced window pane
cardinal perched on barren bough
winter solitude
House on deep water
drops fall, craters dot the earth
sand splashes upward.
Crows devil the sky
Torn old rags of sooty wings
Ghosts of Strathnaver