Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….

a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold

a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls

Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39

through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…

I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be

Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection

crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air

the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

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?

Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools

Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes