Florida alive
Lizards, frogs and millipedes
Ibis on the wing
Lazy morning breeze
Bed so soft like Wonder Bread
Live life with no crust
Scent of earth and moss
Tiny buds on dormant trees
Bursting forth new life
Early morning fog
Greets another born new day
Sleepy eyes now blink
Eating nuns? orchids
make black crickets turn yellow.
Wings wilt before death.
We took the kite out
A monarch against the clouds
Two minutes ten feet
Happy, salient times
Golden rays of morning sun
Silver glow of dusk
spring's birth announcement:
squeal, whistle, knock, gear and grind
splinters of new life
feathers floating past
fly riding on my kayak
"swonk" sound of paddle
Half a century
Flows within the stream of time
As a single drop
Blossoms, butterflies.
Sharing time, space, and sunshine.
Peacefully silent.
Winter still hangs on
Flowers bloom and quickly die
Confused birds take flight
Daffodils in bloom.
Earth renews; spring has begun.
Miss you all the time.
Sand between your toes
Grains of history cling tight
The past walks with you
Ice suddenly bloomed
on the wide river, spreading
Autumn's death rumor.
Gentle erosion
Preservation of the lost
Truths in aging soils
I woke at dawn light
with the flower above me --
now wilted and dead
that yellow rose bush
outside my old aunts door blooms
years after she's gone
Time moves slowly now.
The wait for you is so long.
Dressed up, make-up on.
Mercurial time.
New pages smelling acrid
taste of rain and plum.
Life has a rather
Tedious tendency to
O'er shadow living
Twisturn august trees
in sorrowful ageless time;
night is eloquent
mountains stand darkly
a shadow amidst the stars --
silent planes flash past.
footsteps in the snow
none stray from the beaten path
the rose is dying
the lie hung heavy
its weight destroying what was
leaving just dead air
Breathless new sunrise
As immortal as my guilt
Life will find a way
the nine-eleven
unity we knew is dead
rancor has returned
Life dangles on edge
Tempting dew drops on bud ends
Vanish without trace
new life, my first son
your eyes mirror the heavens
spring, summer now fall
fifteen years after
the nine eleven attacks . . .
cloudy with birdsong
Dark deeps with wet shoes
Dying pressure from harsh love
Birthday cake sliced thin
Dear future reader,
Treasure these forgotten words
For they are now yours.
Living worlds apart
We reach for a fading light
Our hands burnt by spite.
The storm is brewing
Darkly in the western sky.
Now, time to be brave.
Time marches forward
Collecting wasted seconds
In a tiny jar
Polaris a blaze
when it left centuries past
tonight a glimmer