Sweet fire listens.
Too delicate beauty stirs
Death as light snow falls.
summer sun dripping
liquid gold across the roof
fourteen caret dawn
Painted white-on-white:
Great White Egret, wings spread wide
in a cloudy sky.
the rustle of leaves
quicker than the moon can hide
more naked branches
Flowers hug the hill
Vibrant Indian paintbrush
They watch this mountain
Red clover meadow
Queen Anne nods her lacey head
A speckled fawn naps.
Spiral clouds of birds
Over golden, ghostly Rome
A cold, spring twilight
Mayday gift appears
Towering Catalpa forms
Blossom cloud and rain
sun-kissed horizon
Nocturne bows out gracefully
gossamer moment
I tear the earth's skin,
From its essence, like a mask.
I see memory.
A few drops of rain
a thirsty earth is begging
clouds blown by the wind
A thin haze of fog
softens the morning sunrise
a cantaloupe sky
wood smoke and cut grass,
moist turned earth and lavender,
spruce, pine, and water
words from yesterday
like dead leaves on frozen ground
nutrients of hope
Small, bitter cherries,
From the tree across the fence,
Sow my yard with weeds
Rising from water
the sun's lance piercing the cloud
brings enlightenment
Glistening green snake
Weaving down through the valley -
Our mountain river
when Canis Major
walks its paws across night skies
it bites a bone moon
the song of an owl
a sweet shiver on the spine
fall's pale moon quivers
silk tendrils flutter
the garden fence firmament
fat white spider star
windfall cedar trunk
rolled smooth in rain forest moss
decays evergreen
Lotus Peak Shimmers
A veil of misty showers
Cloud Edo's white dream
Luminous dust cloud
New moon over ripe cherries
Memories dry out
manatees floating
the Blue Spring mirroring sky
crowded zeppelins
pink sky in April
tangled in honeysuckle
hummingbird's delight
Wind drags across time
pulling at leaves and false teeth
I can barely smile
storks moving their wings
all over the setting sun -
a goodbye message
black crow flaps its wings
suspended on a wind gust
blotting out the sun
The darkening sky
softly exhales its last wish
early autumn rain
Kisses from the sun
Burning lips leave me frozen
The touch of Midas
the tree's silver bark
shining in the moonlit dark
nighttime is talking
decaying sandbags
bursting after so much sun
spilt like torn grain sacks
stooping among dunes
camels gleaning green stubble
after desert rain
low in the turquoise
a rising moon and people
strolling here and there
between two tall trees
a single fallen oak leaf --
color of sunset
white children's puffball
yellow tooth-of-the-lion
French xanthic flower