Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
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…
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
