The bluebird carries
the sky, the daily bread of
the eyes, on his back.
this morning thick clouds
shrouded the pure crystal sky
mourning morning sun
Bright tulips stand guard,
like obedient soldiers,
saluting the sun.
The sun always shines
When you live with open eyes.
Someday you will see.
You are in the South.
I am shaking in the North.
Cut trees wait with me.
In a river red,
fish with prosthetic tail-fins
can still swim upstream.
rain falls on petals
flowers bend and shake in dirt
garden symphony
no one found me here
sleeping in rain without you
this is called melting
red scarf left behind
on cold steel of metro rails
heel print in fresh snow
Always climbing up
to limitless potential
in the endless sky
Rays of crisp blue light
Dancing upon the sea floor
Rainbow fish drift by.
red leaf on black earth
gilded maple etches mind
hills roll in color
black crow on white snow
four toed print thatches pathway
Russian winter dream
Almanac in hand
farmer glares across his field --
distant clouds drop rain
Listening to jazz
While hiking through the damp woods,
Wet as a virgin
The trees of my youth
Branches swaying in the breeze
Pecans fell that day
The sun and the rain
Rejoice freely, candidly
The heavenly twain!
reflection of moon
spills on the waters at night
tides of love heighten
retirement home-
the tree shakes free its last leaves
crunching underfoot
th? old nature trail-
a single wellington boot
stands in frozen mud
at the old sea wall
waves sweep pebbles over rocks-
the sounds of applause
sand does not resist
either footstep, wind, or tide
a beach smooth... long... wide
A cold windy breeze
Follows the hungry birds trail -
Seeds patiently wait
skipping in light rain
hopping over mud puddles
falling face down, ugh
Soft boas of clouds
feather and drape a blue sky
not a hint of rain
Golden hickory
aglow in Autumn's warm sun
Nature's menorah
The sky splits open
and a waterfall rushes
from the void like light.
Covered in winter's
branches, moon rises from a
bed of soft gray clouds.
One limb hanging down
into the river's pathway
changes everything.
the last winter's tale
leaves snow on my brown door step
my feet frost bitten.
Leaves unfold morning.
Mother picks gnats from her chicks
Rain muddies our lawn.
death shroud of white mist
borne on whisper-soft cat paws ?
river valley morn
great blue heron stands
motionless shadow watching
? nearby wild plums bloom
Albino Peacock
Such beauty and elegance
Feathers white as snow
insouciant hours
crazy hopscotch and leapfrog
in the spring garden
thrashing in the leaves,
there was an animal trapped
your disheveled cuts