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.
Seen from far away,
the leaves fallen from bare trees
look like brown blossoms.
A mountain, peeking?
summer bringing clearer skies,
the robin warbling.
like spirit islands
fog floats the sea around me
vaporous but real
new glories gild shores
blooms diffuse their sweets around
fruitful rain descends
hear birds spreading joy
music waking dawn today
around their feeder
drunk man stumbles home
beats his wife for the last time
she leaves while he sleeps
Late nights of nothing
sound quiet as rain on grass
and I grow as fast.
It's a nice capo
to have a warm bed in which
to fall like a leaf.
Words written in sand,
wisdom left for wind and tide,
momentarily.
Leaves changing colour.
Lives changing like the season.
We no longer talk.
knotted ball of thread
wind around the troubled kid
strangled spiders web.
Quiet winter day
New moon visible at noon
Two crows flying west
snow falls like the rain
sweet is the touch of my love
in pain my soul weeps
Rose hues on gray sky
Earth blue islands faraway
Worlds where no one dies.
eastern winds blowing
all nature mourns in showers
trees weep on their banks
The spray arcs sunward,
Wind makes the sail tremble tight;
Two rainbows in tow.
Dawn's light holds in breath --
A heron strikes bright water,
Scattering the sun.
Sun has disappeared
Movement in the ancient pine
A chickadee flits
Birch leaves: propellers
Twirling sunlight into green
You hear the wind blow