sharp August north wind
tastes Aberdeen's North Sea beach
waits for November
Silence is piercing
The clamor augments my fear
Grant serenity
sky of pink and green
indian summer arrives
on silent warm feet
unwavering light
seas were held beyond the woods
the stillness waited
Stingray flap on leg
Clamoring word dreams smothered
In silence, I see
Lean hungry eyes watch
A Lonely wolf stands waiting
Silent snowflakes fall
The coliseum
Spectators still flock to cheer
gladiating ghouls.
Bright autumn sunlight
Ironing out morning chill
Dad lay still and cold
mountains stand darkly
a shadow amidst the stars --
silent planes flash past.
anger fed by smoke...
fire spread across cool sheets -
sleepless silent dread
Yellow butterfly
beats sorrow against the wind
traveling alone
Sounds - soft keyboard strikes.
A sigh echoes down the hall.
Silence? then typing.
waiting room readers
scrolling screens and magazines
retaining nothing
The Winter Wind Blows
A Silent Sovereignty
Ruling Manhattan
On a street corner;
We are waiting for a cab,
watching the sun rise.
Autumn loneliness
Windswept trees - bleak vistas yet
Chrysanthemums bloom
golden sunlight shards
pierce the silent forest floor
doe and fawn listen
women in saris
sitting silently by lake
colorful contrast
Violinist heart
Strings stretched 'cross her open chest
Lonely lullaby
the old garden bench
where no one sits anymore . . .
a chill in the air
sinkhole swallows barn
twelve head of cattle vanish
shepherd barking still
Between the puddles
the rain is invisible.
The sidewalk is still.
the attic toys fade
sunlight sifts down through the eaves
silently spiteful
Aspens grow silent
glimmer's beauty gone too soon
from naked branches
exhaling small clouds
appearing disappearing
breathe in silent frost
Snow-capped mountains loom,
aglow beside the still sound;
rumbling motor-boat.
Ghostly glow of moon
Unsung songs of sleeping birds
Waiting to emerge
Heart, bare, frozen shut;
like the yonder river's ice,
still forevermore.
Leaves flutter and turn
Wrapped in wind, dark clouds, and rain
Still the robin sings
silent in its path
the moon reflects in ripples
leaping to each wave
the stars remain still
in the dark depths of the night -
no boats on the lake
On the desert road,
the setting sun paints me gold
a lonely fox cries.
hawk with mouse alights
fence post's quiet tenancy
salutes carmine dawn
cemetery hill
rising snow carries the dead
further away still
Chimney smoke alone
Stirs after the storm. As for
The landscape: white out.
Alone in the night
Blinking eyes search in the dark
The moon sheds some light