Fall moon cold and bright
Cherry trees drop lonesome leaves -
What mountain hides you?
steaming amber brew
pursed lips blow gently cooling
hold north wind at bay
hot wind blowing sand
ravenous tsetse fly hunts
sad day only bones
cold and lonely sound
the wind soughing through the pines
snow begins to fall
Rustling leaves whisper
Exposes hidden silence
Moon appears to smile
Rain spatters the roof,
Red Wings whistle in the field
signaling, return.
Palm trees, fruit cocktails,
Sunglasses like black candy,
Tropical party.
butterfly white moon
galaxies waltzing in time
a loon breaks silence
vibrant flowers bloom
opalescent wings flutter
feeding on nectar
boats beside the lake
craving the feel of water
on their dry bellies
Ironed starched snow glaze
Paw-print pockmarks bespeak breath
Crisp exhalations
raindrops tap the leaves
sounding a cosmic rhythm-
worms rise to listen
on the pond, heron
knee-deep in silver shallows
spears a flash of gold
flurries of soft snow
pirouetting gently down
to silent applause
My summer garden
Romaine lettuce straight and tall -
Friends come to my gate
rolling flightless cloud
beyond the waking sun's eye
paints the land silver
Blazing scarlet sun
sinks behind brush fire of clouds,
consumes winter day.
last summer's beech leaves
hang tough in the heavy snow -
they're stubborn that way
five inches of snow
enough to hide the debris
walks don't clear themselves
pale translucent arc
prism light in a sun-rain sky
beautiful your lies
iced pond, heron poised
silver gleams through cracked surface
frozen dinner served
Dolphin surfer girl
Intimate sea connection
Makes each wave her own
crisp cool air blowing
colored leaves snap between toes
autumn imminent
The sound of the sea
Poetry to my psyche
Siren's song to soul
Wind on a mountain
whips snow high into piles
toppling time beneath.
cloudless winter sky
shimmering sun points on snow
sculpted rabbit tracks
smiling summer falls
autumnal leaves pale and pass
weary winter springs
Winter where we are
Brings a steady wash of rain
Nobody complains
farewell to winter-
old trees adorn new garments
spring's ribbons of light
four squirrels running
playing in frosty new snow
silence after storm
Lepidoptera
flying on gossamer wings
nature's work of art
My seventy third
Christmas under a real tree
Toys in the attic
clear autumnal sky
glowing sliver-crescent moon
Venus shines beside
From ice skimmed waters
Mists rise, fusing earth with sky
Under splintered moon
smoking in the rain
up on the old Ford tractor...
hating the thunder
Dead trees darkened skies
Winter silhouettes invert
Sparklers in July