shimmering white sand
with wildflowers in the dunes;
raging, burning sun.
flowers attract bees
open heart exposed to all
no love without pain
The air is white with
thistledown. The sky is red
with the Harvest Moon.
Perching on the log
grains of sand by river side
as fine as his life.
Open room window
waft of fresh cone of pine tree
growing beyond hill.
faster and faster
ice skaters circle the pond
keeping pace with time
Lifting Twilight Flow
Moves Light Around and into
Sky's Falling Darkness
Brazen mountain side
lightened up by the last rays
of the setting sun
Walking through pre-dawn
fog... full moon measuring its
height imprecisely
the dogwood is dry
from the hard sun of summer
her leaves look for rain
the Autumn sun shines
golden leaves fall from the sky
Listen - the wind speaks
autumn's life story---
of youth, spring love, golden years
each leaf a memoir
windy autumn day
prismatic petals deluge---
garden tsunami
winds will whirl wildly
shaking loose any leaf left
trees sometimes topple
billowing kudzu
on a cloud-covered fall day
summer's hopeless hold
We could have it all
But for one law of nature
Reach exceeds our grasp
Each blade of green grass
Holds diamonds that catch the sun
As the dew burns off
The August sun's set--
our wall radiates its warmth,
sun for the lizard
reborn as flurries
of the mountain's furied stars
stair-stepped to sky's vaults
Rain on the water
A symphony of the new
Rippling chords, rebirth.
In afternoon sun
my shadow one of many
waiting for the bis
Slices of sunlight
through the stand of redwood trees
golden dust dancing
I hear my father's
sneeze over the salt-thick wind,
but he is not here.
with raptor talons
we grasp at elusive dreams
moon smiles knowingly
galloping horses
encircle without dust cloud
the carousel ride
early morning sun
outline of a little boy
demanding some food
Hours of packing books.
Nearby, an open dumpster
glistens in the rain.
Wind rustles the leaves
warning of the coming storm
like a restless ghost
Sunset at the beach
waves against the rocky shore
sand between the cracks
never so serene
the surface of a small pond
six ducks still in flight
Snow tip mountains breathe
Brown bears wander paths for food
Shadows light a pond.
feathers of ice fog
sever plains of blue into
sky geometry
Black skies cry to me
I hear cold rain trickle down
wet night harmony
thick forests whisper
songs of love to a wild moon
murmured with the wind
Chaotic dark sky
Suddenly grows calm and still:
The eye of the storm
marauding raccoons
raiders of my ripe peach tree
left me not a one