Amethyst feather
Inset on nape pigeon grey
Humble jeweled bird
hear flowers whisper
I am beauty I am death
pressed between pages
ordering online
everything you need is here
empty box mountain
young fawn so docile
nibbling leaves, a blurred green feast
sunlight shade from trees
meadow predator
green fingers writhe for mercy--
unearthed garlic bulb
Plowed fields await seeds
Swirling clouds of ocher dust
Parched till the sky cries
cormorant spreads wings
time for pond benediction
sand hill cranes take flight
Light mist on new leaves,
bare feet swish through cool, wet grass.
Bullfrog calls the dance.
Sunlight magnified
Drops of dew on fallen leaves
Bubbles of delight
At frostburnt apples
Shriveled faces, white snow hats
Drunk starlings cackle
The pond, stocked with koi.
An orange circumference
already - one duck.
A sprawling green sea
Twinkling lights scooped up by birds
Singing with delight
Blossoms in the fields
A muted purple flower
The lavenders bloom
Half in dusk, half light
The tree offers up its shade
Murals in the leaves
upon the flower
bumblebee high on pollen
burrows into spring
Canopy of snow --
Even the birds are silent.
White cat vanishes.
Cardinals darting
Foraging on crusted snow
For sparsely laid seeds
sun sinks behind sea
shades of blue ripen in sky
moon illuminates
Rocking chair rhythm,
slow, shaded front porch morning;
bird songs in the breeze.
A distant shoreline
the "God Help us" hospice room
with rain on its panes
fingers freezing dry
withered grass in late winter
grey sky closes in
Amber leaves shudder
a thieving hand of bright wind
picking death's pocket
the last cornstalk rests
waves of snow settle by her
peace for a moment
March wind blows petals.
One sticks to tear stained chapped cheek
content to be held.
snow swirls in the wind
torn blossoms of apple trees
ashes of moons past
Formidable cloud
descends from trees at dusk, crows
keen to assess me
ocean breeze arrives
rustling our potted bamboo
window faces west
winter reverie
sky appareled in patches
my thoughts piled in drifts
Red wine in the glass
in front of me like a bird,
perched and so pretty.
Above the red plains
and below the morning sun,
the swallowtail floats
Storm clouds hover high
Rain hangs like mist in mid-air
We yearn for puddles
Adrift, weeping sea
violet sky, zeal & lust
but a dolent kiss
plain-dead flowers fade
but she nurses each dry stalk
still more tenderly
take hold of the broom
part crisp leaves from grainy dust
make a space to think
I watch the gold leaves
Dancing lightly through the air
Autumn lifts her head
Trees stretch twig fingers
Tickling the underbellies
Of the laughing clouds.