hummingbirds hover
sipping sweet summer cider
through delicate straws
Fresh, gentle, Spring breeze
Tides of tears roll out to sea
A new beginning
Winter. Old fence felled
by wind rests against an elm
growing bright new moss
cerulean cry
winter claims her bare canvas
gusts of northern winds
The albatross failed
to migrate, when the winter
consumed the region
golden leaves trip down
tawny toads slow hop away
summer bows to fall
Sunset-splattered peach
Bleeding end-of-summer wine -
A tree hangover
First frost of the year
The lake steams in the morning
Geese are taking off
clouds on clouds, waves on
waves in the summer sunset
footprints in the sand
Hard tug on my line
summer speckled trout, redfish
flip in the ice chest.
A stone's drought whispers
As it lies amidst the sun
Dry in summer's end
Winter in Madrid
I pass outdoor flower stands
Boarded up till March
tiny snow angel
snowflakes kiss your rosy cheeks
white winter beauty
dainty daffodil
your golden trumpet fanfares
the dawning of spring
Dandelions float
On summer's ponds like bodies
Float on winter's lakes
Winter's frozen kiss
Icy crystalline fingers
Silent night descends
Alfalfa buds bloom
Purple in the morning sun
Winter arrives soon
wonderful climbers
if autumn clouds were lower
squirrels might reach them
white bark of aspens
powdered with antler velvet-
autumn moon shadows
Fall pumpkins are here
Autumn air is crisp and cool
Scarecrows scare the crows
your eyes fill with tears
let me go winter daughter
to my Moon River
dried yellow leaves
the cottonwood in autumn
tells summer's secrets
Sitting by windows
Breathing out air making fog
Winter is coming
autumn horizon
the falling rain, scatter of
leaves on the frost soil
summer's backward glance
reluctant to say adieu
one lonely white rose
summer's backward glance
reluctant to say adieu
one lonely white rose
September's summer:
white clematis cloaks fences,
bronze scuppernongs pop.
a lone cardinal
unconcerned with the details
awaiting the spring
Warm summer rains pass,
skies are clear again: why not
forgiveness so swift?
Crocus peeking out
purple, snow lined beds dark brown
rich with Spring's promise
The fruits of summer
Visible before my eyes...
Feeling glorified
Thunder in the hills
summer blows through the dry grass?
too much left undone
Rocks click like crickets
air like shimmering water
desert summer heat
Beneath winter sun
I sit chin in hand to wait
For life to begin
children roll downhill
prickles of freshly mown grass
summer sour sweetness
Moving against time
From spring into the cold snow
Landing, clicks, belts off