tomorrow....

tonight twilight slipped down through teal then sienna
something is stirring the horizon yonder

new moon

new moon points the way
from my life to yours
knowing the path exists
is almost enough today

this day

im thankful for the quiet and glow
brought by fog and falling snow

dark

sun dips behind the cliffs
leaving space for the cold
to slip from the corners of the room

yesterday's rain

flat bottomed clouds scooting by
as if on sleds in the sky

lexis

i miss you words’
intensity and flavor
conciseness to savor
your directions and sweetness

absence

everything i do i fear
but i do as i select regardless
we hold the bridge for you my dear
awaiting your reentry

half moon day

purple posies scantly marks the trail
as hawk bird races me up the gulch
with entertaining aerobatics
and i plop from rock to rock

moon nine

moon nine is a hunter’s moon
as elk saunter to the pond 200 or more
shadows of the pines turn indigo long in the afternoon
they slosh and bubble in the milky light
sensing the beginning of folk lore

7:01 pm

obtrusive sun sat moon’s spot
swayed a moment then revolved away

8:23 am

like a knotted silvery thread
moon rolls down the other side of the hill
out of sight to greet another’s night

you agan

your thoughts came to me
and i leaded against a tree or three
then on down the stony road i walked

moon arrives

where will you stand
when the harvest moon climbs
and shines through the swaying trees

what will you feel when its power flows
like the river into your eyes
and will i know

zephyr no

violence of the winds
fling apples to the ground
wafting words away with no sound
my heart before you bends

why

cattails curl at the waters edge
as from the ledge my legs hang
dangling like my thoughts on you today

meadow lake at noon

indigo waves break
crafting sun lightening across her floor
as radiant veins snake the sand

quiet

trees announce the breeze
but brings no word from you
are you across the sea
are you well or are you spying on me

fall

star drags down moon
until one after the other
dips into the river

and me....

moon the colour of tea
emerges for me to see
then slips behind scarves of clouds
changing the shadows of life

half moon

naps the day away
deep in the canyon
south of the river

sometimes

nasturtiums like dreams
twist and curls on slender stems
laden with blooms and leaves as huge as lily pads

moon light

like broken glass the river gleans as it rushes by

solitude

loneliness shines
edging out your form with a soft glare
it will not let me be

count um

the ability of quick wise thought
behind a spoken word
is a blessing.

reply

soft breeze filled with mist
sails my thoughts to you

waterside

kick back style
fantasia guitar in hand
toying with summer dreams
and you

ouch

1 2 3 4 twirl and dance
winds hurl snow upon my face
turning back now on world too cruel

in from the cold

the spelling bee
hums to me
wishing to be free

storm

wind does weep with her heavy load
filled with enmity she snowed
without your again

ame-o

cream like the portuguese sun
left softly delicious upon my lip
coats my words when i think of home
and at last of you

olá

the sea

my palms brush
the grass tops as i walk though summer
god! the sea beside me is so blue

some days

life seems the same struggle
as slipping a pillow into its case
neither texture nor color makes
it easy

sometimes

evening is like a layered cake
of heathered purple yellow then orange
with blue icing dripping down and over
the edge of the plate

and as tasteless as the day

one in the same - almost

a walk in summer is almost as good
as reading a poem in winter