Sun shining? Grey clouds?
Wind? Is it going to rain?
Miami Weather
Sitting on the bench
I gave the lake my heartache
I didn't want one
Orange iguana
Winds sway shaking trees aside
Trembling blue waters
Patterns in the sky
Ripples replace reflections
Stillness is silenced
Wind whispering out
Wrapping itself all around
Encompassing us
gold leaves seen through fog
embers dying in ashes
gulls soaring, crying
sun's brilliant sparkle
turquoise blue ocean abounds
pelicans gliding
Two trees in thick fog
When your secret lover dies
You might not be told
Swimming in her eyes
Fearful of drowning slowly
She leaves me breathless
Out of the vast marsh
plaintive grey curlew calling -
sister scolding me.
Floating through the sky
Red and yellow orange and blue
A hot air balloon.
Icy village pond
Bundled skaters weave designs
Hands hug warm cocoa
Alfalfa buds bloom
Purple in the morning sun
Winter arrives soon
rain clouds come to play,
wind pushes far memories
old and rusted swing
white bark of aspens
powdered with antler velvet-
autumn moon shadows
large pampas grasses,
plumes waving in the stiff wind ?
time to change the time
And then the leaves Fell
ice carpets pale on the road
Silent flakes, time still
Like Autumnal leaf
shed in soft, silent sorrow
red dress hits the floor
In the mirror lake
My reflected hand holds yours.
The leaves warn of wind.
She kept her hood on
and her boots, but lost the dress.
Wild me, she told him.
tatters of typhoon
twist the old growth cedar's crown
sailing the moss sea
Pastel-painted sky,
white wisps of cirrus soaring,
palace for the moon.
palm tree fronds slapping
violent Santa Anas
a sinister moon
Two swans in a marsh
White feathers on cold water
They circle to shore.
we feel it coming
raindrops bursting in moon dust
mud soon, mud always
The wind mills still turn
Aimless hoboes ride the trains
Nothing can hurt you
A tired old house
weeds are kissing the dull sky
not too much time left
an ant parachutes!
no, a dandelion seed
skydiving to earth
hummingbirds hover,
butterflies crowd a Fall bloom-
east wind scatters all
this old building creaks
while the wind murmurs with friends
among the rafters
your eyes fill with tears
let me go winter daughter
to my Moon River
dried yellow leaves
the cottonwood in autumn
tells summer's secrets
Trees dance in the winds
Branches sway, leaves with rhythm
Becoming Alive
wasp galls on oak leaves ?
they fall through the air and catch
on webs and wipers
Complacent leaves hang
listless in hot humid air
no reason to stir
autumn horizon
the falling rain, scatter of
leaves on the frost soil