Mighty redwood tree
canopies that reach for miles
humbled by their size
Wheat stubble in snow
Interrupts a field of white
Nature needs a shave
A weak winter sun
Vainly struggles to burn through
Winter's icy fog
Backlit by the moon
Stark skeleton of branches
Pierce the evening sky
the last dregs of snow
live and die by the Sun's glance-
feeding daffodils
my flower garden
once again in its full bloom -
watching falling stars
The first green of spring
protruding from snow and soil-
presents from the Sun
You may have felt it
An undulating mountain
Terra from ashes
wind of change blowing
ruffling feathers, teasing wings
the fates are spinning
Morning dew settles
silver on the last fall leaf?
soon death for rebirth.
You wake me gently
reach to me and warm my skin
Good morning sun ray
cool swirl of water
churning in the river's crook--
she laughs up the bank
Balance of nature
The sun rises, the sun sets
All in symmetry
this curtained darkness
something about the silence-
overnight snow drifts
Lichen covered tree
sides most stunted and deprived
lessons make us wise
Fresh, gentle, Spring breeze
Tides of tears roll out to sea
A new beginning
Early morning chores
Orion fills the West sky
I fill grain buckets
Leopards hunt silent
the breeze carries leaves gone by
the Fox dies alone
snow fallen branches
sway in a cold breeze, feathers
ruffle in a nest
stately red crowned cranes
prancing in the snowy field ~
my tallest sister
Winter. Old fence felled
by wind rests against an elm
growing bright new moss
all yellow leaves flee
the cold birch limbs above me
stars sprout on her twigs
Chapel in the woods
Empty nests and peeling bark
Nobody to blame
Black birds on the road
Cautious snow flakes, lazy winds
No traffic at all
forest flames below
a beautiful tragic view
for those on the hill
Boat waits patiently
Sail and sailor expectant
Not a breath of wind.
Beauty, so fragile
Dependent on warming sun
I ache to touch you.
Yellow leaves like rain
a cold north wind swirls, briefly
they rise once again
cold lonely day--sky
a seamless gray canopy
your knock on the door
a light west wind blows,
blind to large looming black clouds,
young boys crab at dusk.
Wind sweeps the brown flames
Breaths form clouds on the window
The pines are upright
on bare branches a
shower of snow, in the nest
ruffle of feathers
golden leaves trip down
tawny toads slow hop away
summer bows to fall
wind carrying seed
sycamore helicopters ~
sister spinning wool
Down by the river
Without you, gone to the fog?
It's my soul that's lost
Below the ice film
Blanketing the sleeping pond
Golden fins quiver