three days, two spring snows:
jays and crows put pride aside
at the bird feeder
random shapes of clouds
imaginative sky art
- masterpieces, all
A white flag of foam
Waves far into the distance
Yielding sun to sea
Trees are whispering
a song of pure solitude
on a winter day.
With easel and paints
the sun paints a sky picture
a new born rainbow.
The odd crooked tree
In society's forest
Is the living soul
steady rise and fall
ocean seems to be breathing
as if it's alive
damp-blackened branches
flooded woods brimming with drink
death rot sharp, blooming
Snow on a full moon;
The bare branches click lightly
And then all is still.
Traveling I look-
up! Leaves swaying, wind blowing,
Upon my red cheeks!
stack-stone flower box
summer's lease drifting away -
first crisp yellow leaf
sunshine beaten grass
longsweating mass of labor
softly river run
fallen maple leaf
cradled in her tiny hand
autumn lullaby
As the mountain snow
shrouds the meadow, God whispers,
be still and listen.
night birds text and tweet
toads chime their balloon bulge bells
mountain serenade
blinded by road spray
buffeted by gusts of wind
almost on empty
A brown leaf shivers
atop the barren maple
the wind ushers home
blue dark bows to light
barn owl glides away to sleep
field mouse skitters free
Crickets chirp madly
Leaves brown upon thin branches
Hope lives in fair nights
Wind on a mountain
whips snow high into piles
toppling time beneath.
Stars are like diamonds.
The sky is Heaven's raven.
Beauty in the night.
late summer twilight
far across this empty lake
two or three voices
wind drafts in white ink
a quill pen draws lambs and dogs
flying in the air
Sitting in a tree
blowing dandelion seeds
spreading puffs of heart
hummingbird hovers
over flower's sweet nectar...
lost in the moment
Instant love, quick sex,
breakups faster than the wind,
feeling for a while.
Flowers soaked in bleach -
The inviolate men drown
In floodtide waters.
backlit morning sun
translucent beryl green sky
sultry summer heat
slightest of breezes
raindrops tumble leaf to leaf
trees shuffling papers
Another evening...
A file of yellow poplars
under the spring rain
The woods beckon me,
come in, look around, enjoy.
No exit assured.
Creek water is high
Still enough space on warm rock
Turtle sleeps in sun
In the midst of night
Moonlight shines over the trees
Branches whispering
Breezes in the trees
Testify to happiness
Once again renewed
Love is not fragile
or tender. Love hoists boulders,
bursts dams, uproots trees
wind swept summer storm
dogwood tree in full blossom
pink petal cascade