butterfly white moon
galaxies waltzing in time
a loon breaks silence
still, murky water
underneath the plastic cup
a lotus blossom
flurries of soft snow
pirouetting gently down
to silent applause
silent tea kettle
old workhorse on cold burner
waiting for first light
Silence. Cars passing.
Tea bag crests the brown water.
A sober evening.
four squirrels running
playing in frosty new snow
silence after storm
Think of nothingness
But would it still be something
If you thought of it?
Trees are whispering
a song of pure solitude
on a winter day.
The revolving door
A carousel of people
Each waiting their turn
Snow on a full moon;
The bare branches click lightly
And then all is still.
Down the gravel path
my legs pedal faster still
full of grasshoppers!
As the mountain snow
shrouds the meadow, God whispers,
be still and listen.
Quiet afternoon
Swings are still; slides are empty
Children back to school
The catfish lies true
Swimming yet cowering still
Life is suffering
Maybe we should take
One step closer to the edge
One step closer still
Hello, little sprout
Filling me with quiet joy
My smile grows with you
Feeling all alone
Walking the unfriendly streets
Safer to stay home
all sounds, all feelings
all silent, all terror, all -
touched by the season
Creek water is high
Still enough space on warm rock
Turtle sleeps in sun
Church bells fall silent.
News reads: another attack.
Innocent suffer.
A flag in the wind,
Half mast for dead soldiers still
Singing battle hymns
night blooming jasmine
savors silky, hushed moonlight
scents soft summer nights
roadside primroses
politely wave, passing car
unnoticed, alone
Guilt pulls me under.
Words float up, die on my tongue.
Silent this abyss.
Rainy day unfolds
Soaking landscapes aplenty
Dreams and schemes still yearn
three-thirty school bus
our kids long gone to college
dog waits at front door
I am lost ashore
Waiting to return to sea
Heavy, sallow, raw.
still a chill, sun bright
snows have packed their flakes and left
bright smiles welcome spring
Leaden anchor heart
Afloat for now, but drowning
Silent SOS
black and white flashes
chickadee is never still
too fast to be prey
In the still of night,
heart's beat and body's base sounds
like a distant rave
Long ago shadows
fade to lonely silhouettes
filtering today
Camping under stars
Still grungy despite all-night
Meteor showers
after last night's storm
my neighbor's old trampoline
slanted, still standing
surrounded by noise
the offer of solitude
my gift from the sea
she waits patiently
old, at the end of the road
when will God notice?