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
She chases his ghosts
out of the schoolyard. Old trees
bow. Their slow walk home.
Small migrating birds
Flying in a fluid line
A scattered black snake
farm fields are ready
on the island ripe barley--
wind ruffles your hair
Crocus peeking out
purple, snow lined beds dark brown
rich with Spring's promise
Seagull cuts into
a bar of obstinate sun,
casts his own shadow
forests of dead trees
dismembered, reassembled
numb, leafless in paint
Garden of wishes-
Butterfly lands- flies away;
Flowers stay planted.
Monk on bench, Sea-Tac
Did not see me next to him;
Immersed in i-phone.
The shaking branch shows
A glimpse of the near future,
The first orange leaf falls.
Trees in silhouette
Stand against the fading light
Bats begin their feast
bright sun, burning earth
bench in the shade, wind blowing -
life philosophy
leaning together
three linden trees drip fragrance
carried on the breeze
Beneath winter sun
I sit chin in hand to wait
For life to begin
Thunder, storm, lightning
Sitting on that mountain ridge
With monsters and gods
Sun rips through tissue
Paper clouds to place his hands
hotly on my arm.
whales grown huge on krill
are but specks in a vast sea?
surging tsunami
Burdened with moisture,
smoke plods across the mountain
clutching blue sky's hand.