red-winged blackbird’s flight
among the summer rainfall
a blue sky promise
Ancient willows dance
as passionate winds blow fire
a naked tree reborn
June summer heatwave
Sticks to warm soul, winds bellow
Against my sharp skin
Iron in deep cells
guides the pigeon through gray clouds
nature’s own quiet craft
Dancing clouds shape dreams
Streaking sun warms summer's grass
Universal peace
mist comes to visit
bringing its gift of silence
the world slows its spin
Growling skies throw swords
The wind throws rocks and branches
Clouds begin to spit
white dogwood petals
confetti in the spring breeze
carpet for bare feet
On the morning frost
a rounded shadow stretches —
top hat and carrot.
late evening spring breeze
wind chimes' melody rings out
tree frogs joining in
Paw prints in the snow
Two old dogs out on the trail
Many miles to go
snowfall in stillness
consuming all other sounds
softening my ears
Tulip skirts flare out
Men, hopeful pollinators
Cheer warmer weather
The lynx in new frost
Prowls through morning light so clear
The day knows no end
Plowed fields await seeds
Swirling clouds of ocher dust
Parched till the sky cries
Spiderwebs like mist
Undulate on dew-licked grass
I stop to marvel
Light mist on new leaves,
bare feet swish through cool, wet grass.
Bullfrog calls the dance.
At frostburnt apples
Shriveled faces, white snow hats
Drunk starlings cackle
Canopy of snow --
Even the birds are silent.
White cat vanishes.
Cardinals darting
Foraging on crusted snow
For sparsely laid seeds
Rocking chair rhythm,
slow, shaded front porch morning;
bird songs in the breeze.
A distant shoreline
the "God Help us" hospice room
with rain on its panes
Hazy morning mist
Hangs over the hills like fleece
Gold light ripples through
Amber leaves shudder
a thieving hand of bright wind
picking death's pocket
the last cornstalk rests
waves of snow settle by her
peace for a moment
March wind blows petals.
One sticks to tear stained chapped cheek
content to be held.
snow swirls in the wind
torn blossoms of apple trees
ashes of moons past
Formidable cloud
descends from trees at dusk, crows
keen to assess me
Crimson rivers swell
Signaling impending storms;
Doves dance on wet clay.
ocean breeze arrives
rustling our potted bamboo
window faces west
Nurseries for stars
With countless worlds to blossom
From bright, neon clouds
Storm clouds hover high
Rain hangs like mist in mid-air
We yearn for puddles
Cold breeze strokes my skin
Soft melody of raindrops
Calm winter morning
cold, wintery breeze
blanket of frost covers ground
blackbird suns on branch
glow of morning fog
an empty eagle's nest waits
clinging to branches
Trees stretch twig fingers
Tickling the underbellies
Of the laughing clouds.