two pelicans glide
sweeping along the shoreline
diving for dinner
narrow steep stone steps
guide hot feet to soft smooth sand
breathe in cool sea breeze
heavy clouds descend
beach plunges into gray gloom
sky is lost at sea
your love is cool rain
falling on the arid scene
quenching desert thirst
Eternal river
Sculpting the canyon below
Washing time away
Damp sand underfoot
Seaside blue wooden tower
Salt air caresses
Summer birds in flight
Ducks and geese go drifting by
Stillness of the lake
rainfall on puddles --
thousands of perfect circles
circle a circle
silence stills the lake
dragonflies reflect rainbows
lightly on paper wings
Air after rain hangs
Silent. Fawn-spotted birches
Stretch, spindly, to sky.
lake frozen over
a falling leaf lands gently
ice cracks like lightning
pair of cardinals
eating green holly berries
wet with morning rain
silver crescent moon
a beacon of summer night
dancing on water
sitting on the shore
while I am fully present
the river flows by
The waves like white lace -
fluttering under the skirts
of laughing women.
We meet in these words;
we make a broken haiku.
A jumping river.
the first day of spring
arrives in a rush of rain
singing birds gather
emerald garden
water, lush moss and ferns thrive
revitalizing
steaming amber brew
pursed lips blow gently cooling
hold north wind at bay
spring time at the lakes
the brothers squeal in delight
while catching tadpoles
Rain spatters the roof,
Red Wings whistle in the field
signaling, return.
boats beside the lake
craving the feel of water
on their dry bellies
still, murky water
underneath the plastic cup
a lotus blossom
on the pond, heron
knee-deep in silver shallows
spears a flash of gold
poinsettia petals
water gushes from spigot
a fragrant breakup
pale translucent arc
prism light in a sun-rain sky
beautiful your lies
iced pond, heron poised
silver gleams through cracked surface
frozen dinner served
Deep troubled waters
Reflections into darkness
Falling out of reach
Dolphin surfer girl
Intimate sea connection
Makes each wave her own
Silence. Cars passing.
Tea bag crests the brown water.
A sober evening.
The sound of the sea
Poetry to my psyche
Siren's song to soul
Winter where we are
Brings a steady wash of rain
Nobody complains
toes covered in sand
waves rush ashore, then retreat
my serenity
From ice skimmed waters
Mists rise, fusing earth with sky
Under splintered moon
smoking in the rain
up on the old Ford tractor...
hating the thunder
A white flag of foam
Waves far into the distance
Yielding sun to sea