Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

6/21/13

slender spray 
drifting --

why does one 
waver so, 
on this summer day?

7/1/12

pines speak  --
the shape of the wind

7/20/11




sunlight slipping down --
lucidity amidst heat




7/18/11

blue waves
lap the highway --
cornflowers run amok

6/7/11

8/13/10

"Roiling"

visitors crowd the house
birthday candles blown --
storm clouds muscle out the sun

7/22/10





a whisper of north wind
lifts the curtain --
your finger tracing my spine

7/5/10

slow steady stitches
on fine linen --
starlight embroiders the night sky

altered photograph by poet

6/17/10




your cotton shirt
pressed against my face --
above us pine needles tap stars



6/15/10





through open windows
honeysuckle and sea spray --
lovers' first embrace



6/10/10




blush of petals
darkening shadows --
the arc of night


5/20/10





washed linens
ruffled by a breeze --
snowdrifts a distant memory



5/7/10





tilting the balance of light
earth swivels --
summer awaits



8/19/09

the road curves wide ascending
vistas open up --
breathing eases now


* * *


spires of loosestrife
cornflowers and goldenrod --
color-stippled roads

8/18/09



Mimosa Blossom
digitally altered photograph
by poet



the scent of mimosa
catches one
after the fact --

a bit like love

8/13/09

shadows scrape
the edge of lawn --
dinner dishes in the sink



* * *


small fly sits
at the open window
summer is closing down




8/7/09

dry stalks shrouded
in greenery

sweet peas and bindweed
clamber and frisk



8/3/09



black ant scurries
across a creamy white
constellation --

queen anne's lace




the darkness holds sound

little gifts
dispersed on the night air

sweet cadence . . .



7/28/09




diamonds sparkle
raindrops captured
on the screen --
tears of an old woman


* * *

goldfinch and tiger lily
the colors -- yellow and orange -- blaze!


* * *

spin cycle
rotation
time measured
cyclists click by
the hour curves round --


* * *

hugs and kisses
the fragrant herbs of love --
children play in the garden


* * *

yarns weave
needles click
and memory rests
her burden by the fire --