white mountain ranges
rays emanate from behind
painting in the sky
A pinhole of light
Through a forest canopy:
camera obscura.
Autumn sun casts light
On the silence of stories
Grandmothers creases.
the river flows east
water carrying all life
dreams wash ashore cleansed
Ripples by the dock
sunfish peek up for bread crumbs
Sun shines on water
the hurricane ends
those loud wind chimes from next door
still in our front yard
on a seaside bench
my father joins his neighbour ?
autumn moon shows up
hearing birds singing
ancient poems always new--
How do they do it?
clouds gather above
rain fills our picnic baskets
we go home hungry
Grazing water's edge
Blue heron dancing with lake
Wings never touching
Longhaired hippie girls
Nag Champa scented beauties
Dance in moon lit fields
coastal sage perfumes
sticky air sprinkled with salt
the deep green sea boils
saturn sits on black
expansive sky stretches on
glow in the dark moon
rain hits hot pavement?
senses flood with memories?
scent of summer reigns
broken wood, split rock
hikers trudge along a path
mountains loom, lake shines
teabag's in the cup
someone's sitting on the porch
steeping in the sun
Russet colored oak
leaves, a dazzle of color
sigh as the sun cools
field diving into
a river - weeping willows
cradling the full moon
The sun, failing to
reason with its reflection,
sinks like Narcissus
never turn your back
on the ocean, mother warned,
the dead come in waves
lavender flowers
left wilting in a chipped cup
memories frozen
front yard magnolia
next to less elegant trees
petals pale as ghosts
Moon glow cast shadows,
Stretch across the pale lit floor.
The usher of dreams.
her, lascivious -
the sap does leak ever out
when scratching at trees
Stray cats' tracks across
The dusty windshield -- greetings
From urban nature.
sun on the water
grey-green with a squint becomes
sea spirits dancing
Steam in the morning.
Gray and delicate lilies
wither on the lake.
Moon phases reveal
Dual personalities -
First timid, then bold
Holding the orange
To the sky it glows and glows
Like a newborn sun.
What I treasure is
Seeing the snow remove all
That I once treasured
Blackness weights the sky
of a city damp with grief--
Norwegian summer
the warm fertile earth
fell from her knotty fingers
into neat black piles
for you a flaming
japanese maple rising
in a sun-blue sky
Sing the blood flowers
The rice starving in the bowl
Down here is the moon
Wet whys in the mud
Left by tiniest of birds
Washed away by rain
Rain over snow: God
holds in armor eight pine trees
straight above my house.