morning without song
heart shaped leaves a deeper red
an autumn day dawns
soft summer breezes
lilies nod so politely
jets roar overhead
harvest moon beckons
spring tide crests aureate banks
brown leaves ride her wake
snow laced window pane
cardinal perched on barren bough
winter solitude
Summer humid haze
Cloaking the earth in white gauze
Of sleepy tumor
A tawny blanket
Undulating as the wind
Strokes the winter wheat
snow and cherry tree
snow falling on red round orbs
winter in the spring
this year summer flames
washington wails with no tears
warm hot wind blows west
Japanese maple --
the garden Buddha's Bodhi
in late summer light
anticipation
summer is finally here
and gone in a flash
naked at nineteen
sand litters damp moonlit sheets
our endless summer
Fragrance like sweet tea,
The first rose of spring blushes
Warm pink in the sun.
Billow of fragrance
Wafting sultry summer breeze
Honeysuckles bloom
autumn palette hues
nature's amber draped canvas
masterpiece of leaves
darkness wraps the mind
fighting for the light again
winter takes it all
Snow melt swells river
Spring flows scour the landscape
Fish find calm water
Four cows munching grass
Lightning bugs blinking in trees
Dusk ? a summer day
summer brings colors
vibrant paintings surround us
God's masterpieces
summer sun dripping
liquid gold across the roof
fourteen caret dawn
Spiral clouds of birds
Over golden, ghostly Rome
A cold, spring twilight
summer's passion yields
multi-colored hydrangeas
floral fulfillment
sudden buds appear
on purple wisteria ?
mysterious spring
Perpetual spring;
It is a Thursday meeting
The chime is our dirge
manatees floating
the Blue Spring mirroring sky
crowded zeppelins
The darkening sky
softly exhales its last wish
early autumn rain
By the grieving bench
A magnolia blossoms
In Spring's memory
dark night heaven smiles
winter sighs chill fingers stretch
bullfrogs sing aloud
morning summer breeze
a concentric draft ascends
white oak leaves tremble
above the treetops
a scattering of swallows
cross the summer moon
autumn butterflies
the warm golds and crisp crimsons
I mistook for leaves
The spring wind dances
Through the pines dislodging cones.
The earth glows and swells.
spring's sense of humor
sunny day lures us outside
thirty two degrees
summer tomatoes
ripening on green tendrils
promises to keep
The well-spring in May
bubbles its sweet aroma
jealous flowers bloom
A weak winter sun
Vainly struggles to burn through
Winter's icy fog
The first green of spring
protruding from snow and soil-
presents from the Sun