The Sky Speaks AutumnIn Light, Motion and DistanceSummer Fields Listen
Clouds Racing the Wind Through Fresh Blue Skies and Sunlight To Far Horizons
Spring Twirls With Each Gust Raising Earth, Light and Water To Flowers and Leaves
It is all Rebirth And Resurrection But For An Unnamed Longing
It Never Takes Long Far Horizons Beckon, But Oh My Sessile Heart
In Their Flat Grey Light I Felt Memories Stir and Tumble, but Slower
And Tonight I Cooked A Dish We Shared When There Was No Time or Distance
Weathered by Years, Grey Barn Leans on a Horizon Of Ripening Wheat
Crossing the High Plains I was Unprepared for the Religious Training
Cleansed in Molten Shades Of Summer Green, Sienna Grass and Golden Wheat
I Was Ready When the Mountains First Appeared For Genuflexion
Evening Clouds Feathered Across the Sky in Lumened Grey, Lightest Rose, and Cream
Watching Farms and Fields, Forests and Sky Passing By Whispering Meaning
Watching the Tide Turn. Estuaries Drain, Then Fill. I Feel the Moon’s Tug.
Take off. Then Snapshots Of Home Through the Clouds, The Present Receding to Past
Farmsteads Scattered Like Promises Across Plowed Fields To Blurred Horizons
Blue Night Laid Across The Frozen Fields Like a Shroud In Rising Silence
Perpetual Sunset Flying West Through Peach, Cream and Every Shade of Blue
Eight Hours of Sunset Ends in a Gentle Landing, Night Sky, Stars and Rest
Autumn’s Symmetries With Local Skies Reflecting The Far Horizons
Floating Crescent moon Watches the geese migrate North Calling up the sun
The storm front’s edge marked On the horizon by clouds Against the blue sky.
Got white line rhythm With motorcycle dancing Beneath floating hawks
Moisture in the air Blurs a distant horizon Breeze like silk on skin
A Year in Haiku 