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.
cars moving slowly?
ten thousand wild geese descend
on the snowy field
fireworks in the sky
my brother-in-law gasps for
air on his deathbed
daughter placed bird seeds
in feeder outside window-
blue jay eats from ground
Harsh the cold wind blows
Yet tears burn strongly with heat
sad is this season
swift rain blurs blossoms
down my black silk cheongsam
drying on clothes line
Sun claws at the clouds
Frantically trying to see
The earth far below
Windless summer days
Even birds sing lazily
Sparse now with their praise
Bric-a-brac brooding
on lost time ? strain as hard as
the snow falls gentle.
stars unlatch themselves
at dawn from the Harvest Moon
dissolve like weak dreams
snow purls small stitches
rows and rows a woolen scarf
upon winter's neck.
morning flushed bright pink
mountain jaws rising to greet
the clouds just waking
Weighted red petals
spring lively, greeting sun, when
morning dew drops drip
Easily unfurled
thirteen stripes and fifty stars
tree tops touch the ground
Walking home from work,
my footprints in snow point the
other direction.
leaves in rainwater
naked branches catch snowflakes
in a winter breeze
Guardians wrap me
in feathers and pine. Lift me
until I am sky.
today's joy unfolds
quiet gladness celebrate
under summer moon
at the hospital ?
spring flowers filling her room
winter in her eyes
His fleur de lis ears
tilt at squirrels vaulting tree limbs.
His tail wags the air.