unabashed voyeur
solemn keeper of secrets
moon smiles crookedly
Crying a Monsoon ~
Would still not bring my Parched Earth ~
Back to fruitful Bloom
Aging white cement
Peeking over great black clouds
Old moon's glowing scalp
For ten years I write
one poem. Now, pale winter
snow edits my lines.
Christmas carolers
singing about peace on earth
the sound of sirens
The sound of wind chimes
beyond the garden's darkness
her whispered laughter
golden courtesan
sipping wine of laughter sets
the west wind astir
jade on a mountain
never fades, always treasured
love remembers all
harvest moon aglow
long witchy fingers reach out
brittle leaves tango
Winter willow waves
opaled arms, bearing weight, white
of innocent snow.
Snow falls on lake's shore.
Winter fingers work magic,
turn water to ice.
fenceline hackberry's
yellowing leaves drift downward
into Wild Horse Creek
summer's fragile reeds
now ice-layered bend to write
our names in the snow
The horizon blurs
Mars red dust floats, chokes the birds
Lubbock, Texas sky
Your eyes speak volumes
I feel the sea rush in when
my ears fail to hear.
A window held closed
wind rattled against its skin
the cold pane quivers
thunder claps bellow
nature in baritone voice
ground reverberates
We think we know much.
Fact shares space with prejudice:
garden flaunting weeds.
Mist drapes oak branches
Moon's light casts subdued shadows
Crickets call... it's night.
camping at the lake
a treetop cradles the moon
sleeping with the stars
leaves abandon trees
empty branches wave farewell--
you moved out today
sunfish in the sky
clouds dipping like quick minnows
turning lavender
Watermelon slice
Ammunition against heat
Spitting seeds toward sun
blanket of fall leaves
foliage of memories
crunching underfoot
after morning rain
sailing in a newborn stream
very clean garbage
reanimation ?
fallen leaves rising, dancing
in the bus's wake
The moon is broken
Into several sharp pieces
On rippled water
a kiss of pink dawn
breaks across the milk gray moon
breathing me awake
flock of wild geese drifts
under the late autumn moon
ghosts of my young life
A purple crocus
springs up through the winter snow.
Daffodils take heed.
River flowing past
dawn breaks grey stones budding trees
trout rise to dry fly
An autumn bruised black
leaves swept under the roadside
for winter to bloom
Huddled together
Pining for sweet summer fruit
Snow-covered Monkeys!
all the leaves dropped dead
bare branches, hard arteries
squirrels' nests, bulging clots
snow piles disappear,
blossoms anxious for the melt ?
old secrets emerge
Slow shallow waters
splash a small shovel to shore,
sandy castles gone.