Hop on my back child
Let us storm the seven seas
The sons shall boat now
a crystalline glow
icey dreams with wings of breath,
diamonds in the snow.
Golden wings live long.
Paper will float in the breeze.
Live as you're folded.
The Winter Wind Blows
A Silent Sovereignty
Ruling Manhattan
Petal snow drifting,
Cherry-pink swirling carpet:
Walls fall at your touch.
hundreds of snow geese
peel from placid lake water
shredded porcelain
Gingered ivy leaves
Hugging the oak to keep warm
Jack Frost stalking you
Bowed willow frames hang,
Pastel panes of crystal hue.
Thunder shattered hail.
leaves and clouds flying
sky wrestles with a sapling
smooth limbs sway entwined
fifteen years after
the nine eleven attacks . . .
cloudy with birdsong
Sun's sanguine tendrils
Gently caress morning clouds
A promise of rain
Storm clouds full of rain
Lightning splits a darkened sky
Blooms sprout from wet soil
Singing glassy rains
over bitter storms and seas-
the cry of a child.
rain runs under stones
chills the almost ripe garden
pleats the evening air
Humidity wafts
slowly, lazily, freely
through this August day
Wild rosebush planted
near weather-beaten prison
springs forth scarlet hope
empty school playground
tetherball clip clangs on pole
in the twilight breeze
wild grass at sunset
shimmering with insect wings
warm breeze on hilltop
clouds passing above
pretend the houses below
are strange animals
He is an old shirt
worn and faded, a dry leaf
before winter winds
laughter fills the pool
sunshine strikes the snow shovel
buried in tall grass
left leaves cry and cling
to barren swaying branches
wind whispers be free
Fall softly spring rain
my grandmother's lips are dry
awaiting the bloom
blackbirds on asphalt
scar the frost for frozen crumbs?
wind song stirring trees
purple pendulums
dancing in a gentle breeze;
we contemplate spring
midwinter south beach
wind-driven sand moon-pulled waves
each dog bows then plays
The storm is brewing
Darkly in the western sky.
Now, time to be brave.
Moon in the window
Whispers turn to city fog
Hear the world, kiss me
A single rose bud
quenched by a noon Summer storm
opens at midnight.
snow so white it hurts
even the air, astonished,
draws its frozen breath
Full dandelion
Swollen with good intentions
Blown into the wind
His stormy blue eyes
Mesmerized many Women
But they sparked for Her
sunlight cuts below
storm clouds bowling the meadow
in sparkling thistle
Turquoise fog rises
Searchlights moving rapidly
Midnight sky coming
The bronzed road runner
Kicks its legs like windmill slats
Trapped in desert winds.
Running from sunsets
Swimming through smog filled wind gusts
Beauty in poison