gushing brook water
alive with shifting shadows
half minnows half light
Wake up, blue willow,
the day, coming through your boughs;
same as yesterday
a red Ferrari
how many times did she cry
luxuriously
sun-kissed horizon
Nocturne bows out gracefully
gossamer moment
Death lurks in shadows
Reaching for those who linger
Grabbing only fools
words from yesterday
like dead leaves on frozen ground
nutrients of hope
silence muzzled me
the little girl has a voice
after thirty years
September sunset?
winding into forever
the bucolic roads
Wind drags across time
pulling at leaves and false teeth
I can barely smile
savannah landscape
Lions on the land we see
fearless life we lead
The master inscribes.
The past, reborn, signs the page:
Footprints melt the snow.
Against my window
rain taps veiled time signatures
ebbing me to sleep.
a dying flower
wilted petals fall earthbound
resurrection comes
the last dregs of snow
live and die by the Sun's glance-
feeding daffodils
douse me in feathers
bathe my bones in blessed light
Nephilim is dead
Morning dew settles
silver on the last fall leaf?
soon death for rebirth.
Leopards hunt silent
the breeze carries leaves gone by
the Fox dies alone
snowflakes fall gently
shattered within a moment
my grasp was too strong
a hollow pine stump
day of the dead sheltering
a skull shaped mushroom
Old man sits and stares
He waits for life to return
Manta ray dives in
You were in my soul
Before you were in my life
I was just waiting
a light west wind blows,
blind to large looming black clouds,
young boys crab at dusk.
The time changes but
I remain fixed. Watching life
through the same stilled lens.
candles on the amp,
humming chord, the fourth, the fifth
that burns forever
Always they watch us
Young eyes of our tomorrow
What will you teach them
gold leaves seen through fog
embers dying in ashes
gulls soaring, crying
Two trees in thick fog
When your secret lover dies
You might not be told
loving each other
life is good but not that good
sometimes there's hunger
large pampas grasses,
plumes waving in the stiff wind ?
time to change the time
And then the leaves Fell
ice carpets pale on the road
Silent flakes, time still
How ironic that
Everything is dying in
Beautiful colors
A tired old house
weeds are kissing the dull sky
not too much time left
Walk on ancient rocks
Lighthouses mark safe passage
Tide pools teem with life
Trees dance in the winds
Branches sway, leaves with rhythm
Becoming Alive
gemini towers
daedalus wings, twins? demise
papered ash of life
forests of dead trees
dismembered, reassembled
numb, leafless in paint