in memoriam
white roses among the red
garden gloves she wore
Summer humid haze
Cloaking the earth in white gauze
Of sleepy tumor
A tawny blanket
Undulating as the wind
Strokes the winter wheat
her letters reflect
the beating sun and flutter
thousands of miles, here
snow and cherry tree
snow falling on red round orbs
winter in the spring
Waxing and waning
the moon and I are the same
caught in ebb and flow
Far is the far shore,
Lines of which stretch farther still,
River between us.
Presto! A flower
song that makes you beautiful ?
wear my fingers raw.
Memory sinks teeth
marrow-aching agony
sharper bite than wind
the birch trees turn first
pale yellow among the green:
empty lifeguard chair
this year summer flames
washington wails with no tears
warm hot wind blows west
red roses in mud
pink sky dripping falling stars
sparrow shakes a worm
under a tree while
sun burns as on primal day
shadows dance with wind
fish beneath dark waves
thunderclouds invade the sky
you stay safe below
Frost binds to bare trees.
Bleak dew covers the morning.
A life forgotten.
Sunscreen and sea smell
Hot sand touches little toes
Baby's first beach day
Roiling sky above
Calm lagoon yields today's catch
Distant man watching
Japanese maple --
the garden Buddha's Bodhi
in late summer light
mountain alpenglow
addicted to sweet rosebuds
all dreams a treasure
Rivulets of rain
Will revitalize the green-
Death is but transit-
Gusts of wind blow cold
Blanketing life with stillness
Whisking away souls
brown hands grew these grapes
infused with earth water sun
wine our sacrament
Eagles soar so high
Sentinels in the blue sky
Feathers drift - a Gift!
javelina naps
under the Sonoran sun-
blue agave haze
In Anchorage snow
before the false-front saloon,
bottlenecks glitter.
fog stretches across
the morning water garden
flower lilies float
October twilight
white pines fogged with lake water
a distant chain saw
Fragile violets
Hid in wind-sheltered niches
Conquer hostile rocks
beneath an old moon
Pemigewasset gabbles-
riverrocks rounding
the Northern Kingdom
snow bound moonlight hardening
where dreams are buried
Fragrance like sweet tea,
The first rose of spring blushes
Warm pink in the sun.
Birds whisper sweet songs
hidden voices in the bark
a choir brings day.
Watching flames turn bright
Nature has many meanings
I sat and wondered
rare morning thunder
biblical sky pelts glass rain
all the leaves look sharp
dandelion seed
buried in the other side
lying beside moon
hippies at night gig -
beating to different rhythms
the wind and their hearts