Mountain storm passes
His heart flies north seeking it
His only sorrow
apple on the ground
under the spent tree; stem leads
to its cracked, dry seeds.
Frankly, primroses
simply lack the ambition
to lead the garden.
mermaid swims the sea
where pirates hear her calling
from the depth of dreams
Like a splash of ink
Black against the parchment sky
The raven flies past.
cat sleeping in sun
soft fur slicked with blood of prey
sweet feral dreaming
A drop of sunshine
falls from the weeping sun down
to the dying earth
Red leaves blow across
Iron bars and plastic swings
Falling into cries
Eros Hotel, where
your whistling became bird songs
outside our window.
A line of pine trees
bends in another blizzard,
wide boughs low with snow.
A tall oak tree sighs
The roots lap up rain water
Gentle leaves fall free.
A lone killdeer's laugh
Shatters fall's orange-gray night sky
Letting cold seep in
Trees each take their turn
To cover the ground's bareness
Its comforting quilt
Leaves lose their lushness
Loosening their lustrous hold
Prey to fall's fierce winds
Life spills and scatters
Each atom cast from a blast
Like suffering snow
quiet early night
cicadas start to chatter
falling out of trees
Hellebore petals,
weighed by snow, flurried in red
off a bleeding branch.
Red silt water flows
Gray rocks smoothed by rivers churn
Birds and water sing
Horses graze, moon-rise
Red rock buttes cast golden glow
Silence, stillness, peace
cicada husks are
occasional on the earth
noisy afternoon
The silhouettes of
ten birds race across pavement
I cover my head
Night stymies vision
One drop of ocean high tides
A speck of orange crows
vibrant colored birds
soaring the endless azure
the kite festival
Socialising birds
Help in searching for lost seed
Eating all the finds
Martian wind cuts deep
Wild red leaves crunch underfoot
Warm brothels await
With an autumn sky
Red birds sing into the night
Wolves howl by stone caves.
the wind sighs softly
quiet rustles fill the night
nature goes to sleep
hawk slices the sky
against the white drifting froth
and yet leaves no wake
Sun lit palms drop dew
Over a moist brown dirt road
Flowers sparkle here.
Summer's evening sky
glazed with red, saffron, yellow
smoldering glory
The earth is so dry
I put my hand to the grass,
come back with splinters
empty city streets--
festive leaves dancing under
autumns chandelier
We camp at a lake
black trees around its stillness;
I touch your bald spot.
A peach tree slumbers,
dreams of pink inflorescence.
Snow falls heavily.
milky flower blooms
candy scent floats in moonbeams
angel wings alight
howling winter wind
beckons the beaming full moon
calls of spirit wolves