I am poetry.
just ask the stars.
ask the Moon…
Pouring midnight rain
Glistens on the lonely bench
They have left in time
I am poetry.
just ask the stars.
ask the Moon…
Pouring midnight rain
Glistens on the lonely bench
They have left in time
Spring rain–
even the Sun stops
to listen
Sleep sleep to the rain
Liquid drumming lullaby
Air through a window.
behind
Saint Michael’s head,
moonglow
new Moon…
my turn to watch over
the stars
suddenly!
the hummingbird
is gone
the falcon surveys
his kingdom
from the highest branch
at least 20 geese
floating on the river
towards the morning
Rapid yellow buzz
Blossoms give up their nectar
For precious honey.
Chirping in the air
A gathering of spring time
All is cool and fresh.
Drinking in moisture
The little rain cloud is filled
To water the grass.
Gleaming feathers preened
Head and shining bill held high
Away floats the duck.
Morning dripping sky
Splashing puddles gathering
Waiting for my boots.
Chasing through the woods
Silver illumination
Can’t escape the moon.
A basket of pups
Snuggled together as one
Sleepy mound of joy.
that seagull
flying with the kites
has no string
the daffodils
gawking at
the still-brown grass
my outstretched arms…
waiting for the wind
to take me away
alone in bed…
remembering
the smell of him
misty sunrise—
in the corner of my eye
the dancing Graces
Spritzing, cooling mist
Refreshes the summer sky
for the lightning show.
She stands in the field
With her arms lifted upward,
Beckoning the rain.
A lovely rosebud
Still wrapped in cheerful ribbon
Facedown in the rain.
Wispy cirrus clouds
Herald the coming rainstorm.
Thirsty trees rejoice!