(2008)
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea