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