A practical bird,
having no tree of his own,
borrows another's.
boardwalk of turtles
amble seaside at sun's surge
current sweeps a kiss
climbing mango trees
swapping sunlight for sweetness -
ants on a dried twig
Stars spill out their light
into the earth's waiting sky.
Man's eyes turn upwards.
Red, Pink Bleeding Hearts
A drop of blood hanging down
Nature's Artistry
hyacinths break earth
snow retreats on mica peak
the first kitchen fly
Green grass shoots of spring
watered by yesterday's snow.
A flock of robins.
just like violins
playing gently in the night;
the cloud shields the moon.
alone in a cage
the sound of a single bird
searching for ideas
A kaleidoscope
Changing, shifting, always new
A sunset at sea
an egret fishes
in the roots of a felled tree ?
sixty-second vine
The cricket in the
Midnight moon, playing a soft
Song before slumber
sat on a tulip
the butterfly's wings unfold
in the warm spring sun
On golden sand beach
epic cliffs crumbling pillars
prudence shall prevail
Honey flushing birds
while ukulele sings our
small front porch pursuits
spring conditioning
a squirrel climbs up the tree
the other climbs down
Does the bird need time
Sitting on its shattered nest
No mournful tenor.
an octagonal
impression upon the snow
now a "three-way stop"
in our childhood woods -
beer bottles and a condom
where we used to play
a cold, dark morning
taste of coffee on her lips
the sun is rising
the pale sleek dog sets
sharp ears toward the long nights moon
shines her growl on me
song sparrows weave nests
in the blooming spring garden
crows wait on tree tops
schoolyard hoops shooting
ball soars sky-high, swish no net
lucky Converse shoes
The beautiful clam
he left on the beach was one
more unknown future
Sometimes you find the
prettiest tree in the wood
is hollow inside
cold of winter night
pale light from a dry round moon
softer than silence
The red fox and the
garden Buddha meditate,
their cushion fresh snow.
covering the walk
leading to my unlocked door
a dusting of snow
A lone chipmunk runs
through falling snow beneath the
witch hazels in bloom.
The feminine soul,
born, clawing her name in earth,
never truly tamed.
meadow's warm wind swirls
tall grass is a stormy sea
white tipped flowers wave
equinox arrives
white snow melts off tree branches
green buds grow outward
Dove flies through cold breeze.
Lands to rest on soft white ground.
Fades on winter snow.
the day turned pewter
a warning gust of chill wind
an empty mailbox
Snow rests on branches.
Shivering among bleak breath.
Numb hands let leaves fall.
Rusted iron gate
the only entrance to woods
where butterflies hide