Waiting to come home,
Ruck sack packed against the bunk--
there is no one left.
And then the leaves Fell
ice carpets pale on the road
Silent flakes, time still
Like Autumnal leaf
shed in soft, silent sorrow
red dress hits the floor
The wind mills still turn
Aimless hoboes ride the trains
Nothing can hurt you
only in silence
God speaks to His voice
in the voiceless voice
summer's backward glance
reluctant to say adieu
one lonely white rose
summer's backward glance
reluctant to say adieu
one lonely white rose
monarch on milkweed
a still bee on astilbe
rumble of thunder
deep silence echoes
as loudly as the racket
absent children made
waterthrush alone
splashing in the riverlight
mustard seed sunset
still the white blossom
reflected in the tide pool
my hand on the bloom
showing only thorns
through patches of silent snow
dreaming of a bloom
Cool grayness masks all
Ships pass in silent respect
Fog horn bellows out
long dry summer day
broken stalk of dead bamboo
still a path to find
Two chipped coffee mugs
Sipped, fifty years of breakfast
And he still loves her
being all alone
seeing the bird cage covered
with obligation
A single snow flake
The desert's eager tongue waits
Too little, too late
Equine hooves rattle
over semi-frozen track,
but still the boy floats.
cherry blossoms fall
silent before the lilacs
purple ovation
he still wags his tail?
the morning after my dog
moved to a new home
Snow softly falling
Glowing white, silent on this
Cold winter evening.
the deep winter sky?
brushed by bare maple branches
still, even in wind
This a witches day
haze dancing just above ground
silent sentry crow.
Stars spill out their light
into the earth's waiting sky.
Man's eyes turn upwards.
Dragonflies dancing
summer air hangs still and wet
remembering when
alone in a cage
the sound of a single bird
searching for ideas
at the horizon
beginning and end are one
soundless harmony
cold of winter night
pale light from a dry round moon
softer than silence
Stillness in the night
There is only one awake
See the coming dawn.
The lone owl calling
from the oak across the green
has fallen silent
Bleak winds mask a face.
A veil of an appearance.
Silence sounding voice.
again buds burst out
while winds still blow bitter cold.
how many more times.
still leafless and damp
my tree full of noisy crows
feels the spring sunlight
Empty restaurant
a couple sit in silence
sharing loneliness.
Peaceful walk- passing
a park, I see a man all
alone. Thoughts above.
children still at play
after a long dry summer
feet on brittle leaves