When the red sun rose
Its rays bathed the gold grass fields
Corn, wheat, all on fire
Good mother. The sun
wearing leaves of white starlight.
Darkness bowing low.
a burned-out building
snow-covered steps lead nowhere
Man's plans gone awry.
children still at play
after a long dry summer
feet on brittle leaves
Ink black branches scrawled
across an indigo sky
smudge the bright white moon
Dust covered, weary,
old blossoms by a dry path.
We feel the same wind.
morning coffee brews
bird watch at breakfast table
background music plays
quarter moon zenith...
body had reclined breathless
white light on a block
tendrils of sun rays
turn the lake a whiskey gold
flash of amber eyes
Advancing in line
Impacts of artillery
Rain on dusty soil
Glowing summer moon
Reflects across the water
A fishing raccoon
a bitter ice wind
makes the proud trees bend and groan
frozen is the world
Blue bird, open wings,
undulating in the wind,
animated sky.
walking on the beach
I reached out to take your hand
before the dream crashed
tied up in a box
I returned your jewelry
snow falls--I shiver
a white weeping birch
its mustard leaves blowing free
into blue above
Backlit by the moon
White clouds in a midnight sky
Sail till mornings rise.
Clouds behind bare trees,
cut into sharp white pieces.
My dreams in the sky.
The grand old oak tree,
gnarled trunk, climbing frame of youth,
leers at the aged me.
the last clinging leaves
shivering upon ancient
black creaking branches.
bleak, leafless branches
scratch on a frigid blue sky
blissful birdsong's gone
snow may cap the mount
and chill make branches brittle
but vale grass grows green
Intricate snow flakes,
woven into a white quilt,
creates a new world.
A man ought to love
brown leaves and the last acorn
before winter snow
Watermelon sky
Spider web catches the prey
Sundown crudit's.
red sun in the sky
I hold between my fingers
then flick it away
the dripping faucet
when will the cold freeze these walls
snow swirling outside
The robin is back,
its orange breast warm against the
few remaining leaves.
Birds to feeder flock.
Like fine rain to earth seeds fall.
Hunger pays no heed.
Burnt greenhouse. No seed.
Black boards in a brackish field.
Equinox, at least.
wild turkey footprints
swell on the melting snowfall
raptors roam my woods
sounding geese point dark
against the buttermilk sky
frost thorns guard birch twigs
days of love and war
baby birds open beaks wide
reaching for the sky
A warm south wind. Snow
disappears into puddles.
Goodbye White Christmas.
Beautiful leaves fall,
Radiant as they let go,
With no self-pity.
Oaks hold their dead leaves --
Little, brittle wishes -- but
Seeds hold more than hope.