Sequins stud hedgerows.
Lacy spiders' webs sparkle.
Winter's treasure chest.
My shower is next
Mother Nature washes me
Winter rain is here
Autumn enhances
most talks, walks and memories
leaving our journey
Bright autumn sunlight
Ironing out morning chill
Dad lay still and cold
Winter's drums drumming,
Rooftop snow, thunders to earth.
Burdens slipping free.
a red-bellied snake
livid in the wet meadow
season of ripe plums
the summer solstice -
summiting the highest peak
in my neighborhood
brisk muffled crackling
children play with Autumn leaves
red and yellow hues
The Winter Wind Blows
A Silent Sovereignty
Ruling Manhattan
jarring waltz steps slow...
fabricated hips entreat -
autumn abdicates
Grey skies spill cold drops.
Early autumn blossoms smile
at the weeping sky.
speckled down, knotted
feet perched upon my sill wait
spring will stretch her wings
Autumn loneliness
Windswept trees - bleak vistas yet
Chrysanthemums bloom
golden autumn leaves -
childhood days right behind me
with every photo
Two red leaves atop
Umbrella of green elm leaves
Whispering autumn.
new life, my first son
your eyes mirror the heavens
spring, summer now fall
ebony crickets
petite chorus frogs calling
springtime symphony
Devastating news
A man leaving through the door
Goodbye to summer
exploding acorns
amid the slow-burning leaves
celebrate autumn
a boy, his skullcap
a Muslim girl paints his face
during summer camp
late Autumn harvest
a beaver swims to its lodge
migrating downstream
red flag of autumn
pirouettes through the chill air
warning of winter
weathered flower box
hydrangea's delicate fade
summer's acquiesce
Her bearded iris
reblooming in the summer
exotic purple
empty rural road
cloudless moonless summer night
the Milky Way shines
He is an old shirt
worn and faded, a dry leaf
before winter winds
Fall softly spring rain
my grandmother's lips are dry
awaiting the bloom
purple pendulums
dancing in a gentle breeze;
we contemplate spring
A single rose bud
quenched by a noon Summer storm
opens at midnight.
Summer nostalgia;
the dull shine of beaten tin;
my mother's kitchen.
Sleepy summer squash
lounge upon yellow grasses
farmers till soft soil.
spring in a new home
replacing lawn flamingos
with tiger lilies
sickness is certain
he dances on, blooming as
a rose in summer
Hawk moth in the grass
Belly pressed to stem, to shoots.
Spring flutters my heart.
Looking south, ducks call.
Sighing, trees release summer:
Fluttering leaf falls.
the middle of spring
purple lilacs are in bloom
the night smells of skunk