Wash sin from his soul
Dipped into a river stream
Born into a lie
A fading flower,
losing color, vibrancy.
Youth's passion grows dim
overgrown garden -
your wife's cookbook unopened
since her early death
evergreen leaning
pointing forever eastward
notched by wanderers
Her earthly delights
eighteenth-century poems
enchanting jasmine
honking geese fly north
winter melt begins-spring comes
one drip at a time
Long ago shadows
fade to lonely silhouettes
filtering today
The wind wakes up life
Captured in a white bone cage
In the wake of death
moonlight on crisp snow
one year gone, one rolling in
rocking, changing life
Poor blue jay. At least
I gave him a shady spot
to lay down and die.
Youth-endowing snow
All earthly wrinkles smoothing
Turning adult child
In empty moments
I feel the imagined touch -
Your hands on my back.
Alone with my words,
trying to describe a life
I don't understand
Barred owl, soft flutter
Wings catch zephyrs, rising high
Disappears to time
One moment, one day
You walked out of my nightmares
And swept into life
Gray skies and cold times,
The rain and wind will collide,
Sad lives and good-byes.
suns shine opes new worlds
days of dark noon pass to past
wishes lingering
another summer
early mornings and late nights
half my life is gone
Living light inside
the branches of the old elms
There and gone again
She's the only one
A perfect place to linger
Now and forever
moving the wet planks
pale calluses shred in palms
death is washed away
stubborn hummingbird
insists on flying backwards
let go of the past
Earth croaks three long times,
Morning sun rises and weeps
At the dirt of man
Fall retains its glow
Falling leaves and golden times
Followed by the snow
My heart, like dead leaves
downfallen, trampled afoot
broken troth of spring
At vigil, a bird,
young, stands over his fallen
mother. Summer weeps.
Shot glass in one hand
Ice cubes smoke collide in blue
Laid-off yesterday.
Wind ruffles your hair
As you board the new school bus.
Where has the time gone?
The wind smells like death,
I think of you breathing it--
The sound at low tide.
Maple leaf unfurls
New life open to the sun
Caterpillar bite
Time to meditate
Imagining the silence
My nose has an itch
Long summer of love
Beatles wail about Pepper
I'm born premature
Rustling autumn leaves
Stick in the brown muddy earth
A tedious life
The time passes by.
The coo of a mourning dove.
As everything lost.
cannot take my eyes
from the weather-beaten barn
standing up to time
Branches gently sway
waving goodbye to the past
stirring memories