Spring rains beat the ground
As flowers escape through cracks
In their asphalt tombs.
the clouds move one way
and the leaves in another
family picnic
petrichor at dawn...
waving from the puddled earth
soft caecilians
The woodpecker drums
On the aging maple tree
A long lost message?
mercy is reserved
for those who have kept their life -
sulking snow at dusk
the smell of chestnuts
roasting - on the cool sea mist
assaults my senses
burning horizons
shooting stars, electric rain
- cretaceous magic
A flag in the wind,
Half mast for dead soldiers still
Singing battle hymns
To see holiness
Shining through each poor moment
Brings heaven to earth
Only the wind knows
Blowing through leaves and branches
Passages of time
Breathless leaves curling
stolen from the bending bough
no time for goodbye
Enchanted nightfall
Starlit sky and crescent moon
Too dreamy for sleep
A budding flower
Born of callous sunlight's eye
Bearing august fruit
grove of fallen trees
blackened roots curl towards the sky
seeking permanence
Turquoise feathers glint
Contemplating their kingdom
Jewels of the Lake
Unwritten thoughts run
Away and vanish like birds-
They lose their feathers
wet honeysuckles -
behind, the bay has vanished
in gray rain and fog
Willow trees in light
and shade. Bow to the new day.
Ash of creation.
Wash sin from his soul
Dipped into a river stream
Born into a lie
Two sharp blasts of wind,
Bringing fierce chills to the bones,
Summer is long gone.
I am lost ashore
Waiting to return to sea
Heavy, sallow, raw.
A fading flower,
losing color, vibrancy.
Youth's passion grows dim
The sun's touch, a hand.
Against your cheek, an imprint.
A shattering song.
The trees are naked,
Bereft of leaves, winter's curse
Yet birds are singing
Billowing white sheets
grow tame beneath the dark clouds
as the rain comes clean
still a chill, sun bright
snows have packed their flakes and left
bright smiles welcome spring
overgrown garden -
your wife's cookbook unopened
since her early death
A chill wind brings tears
Nothing brings light to the heart
Like a happy dog
Snow-covered pansies
Insulated from harsh cold
Fitly re-emerge
my first Texas spring
nature napped, yawned brown dust bloom
rebirth of rebirth
sudden wind rises
tiny, silver ripples dance
across city pond
Twilight cools the earth
wind chimes tremble and shimmer
a new moon rises.
Low tide on the breeze
Sun inches up with promise
Salt troubles old wounds
the moon's scythe has cleaved
the pregnant lake to reveal
an indigo lust
Carpet of fresh snow
stretches unblemished on lawn
awaiting footprints
cricket in my wall
safe from freezing rain and wind
calling for a friend