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
Sunset-splattered peach
Bleeding end-of-summer wine -
A tree hangover
A cinnamon fern--
drought works it way up from roots.
The woods stop breathing.
Misty air whispers
in a forest full of dreams ?
love breathes through the trees
White snow falls to Earth
Cardinal lands on tree branch
Fire among the ash
ice flower pattern -
an unknown author's painting
just in the window
a squirrel jumps from
tree to tree on high branches ?
Vivaldi CD
No snow to blanket
the shifting earth of my home.
My California
Sun-lit windows, each
a brief torch against the world
of nicks and splinters
First frost of the year
The lake steams in the morning
Geese are taking off
White crystal shrouded
Crisp beautiful blades of green
Gone with morning sun
Moon rides on the waves
Night after night ritual
Walking in the sand
November's last glow
burning leaves swirl fragrant smoke
beauty and ashes
The trees bend with snow
While the wind seeks its own breath
Shadows blend the two
A stone's drought whispers
As it lies amidst the sun
Dry in summer's end
A friend canceled plans
I eat lunch in the park, watching
Boaters on the lake.
Winter in Madrid
I pass outdoor flower stands
Boarded up till March
December T-shirt
wind blustering through the palms
California
tiny snow angel
snowflakes kiss your rosy cheeks
white winter beauty
Live from a ghost town
I'm here on Veteran's Day
With flowers for John