Green Leaves Gently Float In the Heart of the Forest On Pools of Sunlight
Rising Scent of Red Tomato, Fresh Sliced, Carries All My Summer Dreams
Just Before the Leaves Birch Limbs, Brighter than Angels, Etched on Bluest Sky
As Time Burns Away The Dross of Memory, You Shine Brighter and Brighter
Rough Cutting Art Mats The Knife’s Rasping Call Scores My Heart Like Monks Chanting
Let Others Count in Years. I Prefer Bouquets of Ageless Memories.
Earlie Cat Asleep On my legs as I’m reading, A New Year’s blessing.
A Buffalo’s Gaze, Warming the Morning River As Autumn Comes On
Along the Sidewalk Waiting, No Expectations, The Wisdom of Trees
This Loss Drenched Summer Still Holds Flickering Hope, If We Choose to Notice
Memories Rise on A Ripe Avocado’s Scent. Florida, Lunch, and Mom
Blessed by Holy Light Each Anniversary An Eternal New Bloom
It Does Not Always Take a High Ledge to Set Hearts Racing, Heads Spinning
I Was Not Quite Three When This Day’s Path Opened to My Greatest Blessing
Between You and I An Ambiguous Forest A Moment of Flight
A Pale Autumn Sun, Frosted Summer Memories On the Forest Floor
College Ball, Home Game Celebrate Who We Are and Who We Might Become
Japanese Maple Crimson Offering on Autumn’s Brief Golden Alter
My iron heart beats To the road’s white line rhythm Even sitting still.
At Eldorado A cool glass of warm sunshine Blooms desert beauty
Born in mid-winter, a hearty lily, savvy beauty warms my world.
My nephew, my niece, Warrior son, Goddess daughter Hope, perhaps, for me
At Eldorado Circling Buttered Perfection On Sunday Morning
Essence of July Bumblebees, butterflies, and Long garden suppers
Beauty in still life Flowers and sea shells on silk Frozen from decay
Red Buddha dances Level gaze, silver tipped tail And that slight, sweet grin
Along the road home Ripples and folds of time Etched in the cut stone
Like Aphrodite Dressed with just your beauty You start my true life
Winter moon rising Night Breeze whispers its applause Spring waits in the wings