Iron in deep cells
guides the pigeon through gray clouds
nature’s own quiet craft
mist comes to visit
bringing its gift of silence
the world slows its spin
Silent trees reborn
birds call for spring, their notes soar
from telephone wires
lone lighthouse doyenne
descending steps one last time
solitary glow
snowfall in stillness
consuming all other sounds
softening my ears
Canopy of snow --
Even the birds are silent.
White cat vanishes.
Secret woodland path
Golden doe and spotted fawn
Hush - Footfalls pass by
ice on the surface
hiding still flowing water
hushed but quite alive
plain-dead flowers fade
but she nurses each dry stalk
still more tenderly
glow of morning fog
an empty eagle's nest waits
clinging to branches
Faith in the future
Time alone will make it true
New born days ahead
The virus rages
Same old song of solitude
Tears in a bubble
Heron in the marsh
Steely gaze, lethal hunter
Still as the Buddha
Hibiscus flowers
Wither in the new darkness
Waiting for summer
blue and green marbles
rolling through the empty house
looking for summer
lonely, lonely night
the old cat curls in my lap
claims me for her own
By the banyan trunk
Shelter from the thunderstorm
Lightning still rages
the harvest moon shines
solitary traveler
stops to rest awhile
butterfly flutters
life's quiet tranquil moments
a breath of fresh air
geese fly overhead
at the cabin dusk settles
a silent river
Our feet scurry past
Behind closed door, a stillness
Empty nursery
A dandelion,
middle finger in the air,
rebels in silence.
Loon's transcendent voice
Sings softly its summer song
Old sounds, still awed world
still, heat thickened air
ripe peaches languish in trees
dreaming of the fall
Chasing fireflies
Flickers of light are taunting
Still elude my grasp
Summer birds in flight
Ducks and geese go drifting by
Stillness of the lake
whisper of prayer
last words carefully chosen
cradled by silence
Stubs of brown corn stalks.
Songbirds silently wend south.
Clouds lower the sky.
silence stills the lake
dragonflies reflect rainbows
lightly on paper wings
squirrel stands on stone
stock-still body, twitching nose
--in a flash, it's gone
waiting for the post
the sun preening like a bird
fourth tuesday of june
Air after rain hangs
Silent. Fawn-spotted birches
Stretch, spindly, to sky.
Silence created
By pine needles underfoot
Softens the forest
Loneliness visits
Featureless, absent figure
Needing your embrace
cold and lonely sound
the wind soughing through the pines
snow begins to fall
Rustling leaves whisper
Exposes hidden silence
Moon appears to smile