Between the puddles
the rain is invisible.
The sidewalk is still.
she unwraps her hair
a sea of flowers and rain
flows from her wonder
Fall has tumbled in
The light is rusty gold now
Raining from the trees
Under a blanket
of soft freshly fallen snow
lie tomorrow's seeds.
We are storms at sea,
Falcons above the desert,
A great song in all.
raindrop donnybrook
washing winter's dirty socks
daffodils rejoice
storm clouds cast fine nets,
trawling the mountain shadows
sinking sun plunges
yarrow blossoms spread
yellow clouds quaver above
a fragile green dream
Ghost wind chills the air
Snow flesh clings to cold tree bones
Winter haunts the streets
evening chorus,
ecstatic cacophony
pond frogs praising rain
Euphoric visions
Within the storm of conscience
Troubled delusions
6:16 A.M.
My smartphone thinks it's raining,
but I know better.
Whitecapped bands of clouds
Roll in waves across the sky
Toward the beach of dawn.
exhaling small clouds
appearing disappearing
breathe in silent frost
spring in New Hampshire
snow clusters on sundresses
stiff on the clothesline
Snow-capped mountains loom,
aglow beside the still sound;
rumbling motor-boat.
snowfall on tulips
embers spurn the morning's chill
Hod and Idun dance
FOR SALE sign PENDING
squeaking in the last March winds
Easter morning peeps
Golden hues disperse
Mountainous dark-green backdrop
Fog lifts from pale fields
Rain falls. Leaves begin
to spring. Little lambs skip. Birds
couple, build and sing.
beyond my screen door
the elms sigh in a spring breeze
school bus rattles by
Leaves flutter and turn
Wrapped in wind, dark clouds, and rain
Still the robin sings
Sleet and snow falling.
Inactive withered fields lay,
seeds patiently wait.
Warm summer breezes
memories of three sisters
calmness before storm
The fleece of winter,
iced juices and sweetened breeze,
cardinals courting.
Sauntering mint leaves,
winds of spring swim tenderly,
eager rain taps soft.
Sunbeams slap the snow,
grassy pouches surfacing,
thick breads rise with warmth.
heavy with wet snow
dark long fingertips sky bound
point accusations
a wandering breeze
those dead-brown palm fronds clicking
well into matins
Rain has a secret,
Taps your shoulder then a toe:
Warm breath into earth.
The cool breeze hisses?
snow hides the big Everest
travelers climb up
yesterday's cold wind
chimney smoke and street blown leaves
hours before snow
beautiful glacier
standing above small city
eyes touch snow clothed hills
Snow-white butterfly
Floats by on a summer breeze
Slowly melts away
under shrouds of cloud
stealthy purple mountains rise
to capture the sun
walking across snow
leaving watery footprints
as winter exits