fresh washed sheets, sun-dried
crisp and summer-breeze scented
promise serene dreams
pair of cardinals
eating green holly berries
wet with morning rain
the first day of spring
arrives in a rush of rain
singing birds gather
steaming amber brew
pursed lips blow gently cooling
hold north wind at bay
hot wind blowing sand
ravenous tsetse fly hunts
sad day only bones
cold and lonely sound
the wind soughing through the pines
snow begins to fall
Rain spatters the roof,
Red Wings whistle in the field
signaling, return.
Ironed starched snow glaze
Paw-print pockmarks bespeak breath
Crisp exhalations
Gaze intense, sparks fly,
hands touching, lightning flashes.
New love storm brewing.
flurries of soft snow
pirouetting gently down
to silent applause
rolling flightless cloud
beyond the waking sun's eye
paints the land silver
Blazing scarlet sun
sinks behind brush fire of clouds,
consumes winter day.
last summer's beech leaves
hang tough in the heavy snow -
they're stubborn that way
five inches of snow
enough to hide the debris
walks don't clear themselves
pale translucent arc
prism light in a sun-rain sky
beautiful your lies
Puffy chest Robin
Increasing your downy loft
Blizzard lies ahead
Wind on a mountain
whips snow high into piles
toppling time beneath.
cloudless winter sky
shimmering sun points on snow
sculpted rabbit tracks
Iris flaunting furls
rainbow fields of golden rings
bloom in perfumed eyes
A shroud of dust kneads
Cotton clouds of chrysalis
Fragrant oracle
Winter where we are
Brings a steady wash of rain
Nobody complains
four squirrels running
playing in frosty new snow
silence after storm
smoking in the rain
up on the old Ford tractor...
hating the thunder
random shapes of clouds
imaginative sky art
- masterpieces, all
With easel and paints
the sun paints a sky picture
a new born rainbow.
through montana fog,
a memory of bright days.
pebble in my shoe.
Sent my heart away
Carried on whispering winds
To a lonesome land
Thoughts weave in and out
Cobwebs in an autumn breeze
Caught up in days past
After Spring sunset
Mist rises from the mountains
Spreading like a flood
Snow on a full moon;
The bare branches click lightly
And then all is still.
Traveling I look-
up! Leaves swaying, wind blowing,
Upon my red cheeks!
Ignorance, not bliss
white-knuckled, blizzard beauty
mountains, without chains
As the mountain snow
shrouds the meadow, God whispers,
be still and listen.
Under twin rainbows,
bluebirds splash in newborn pools-
Retreating thunder.
blinded by road spray
buffeted by gusts of wind
almost on empty
cold winter evening
buck-deer stands in churchyard light
his breath comes in clouds