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new year
fireworks
in a misty sky | tempslibres |
late summer
graffiti overgrown
with ivy | tempslibres |
a drop of ink -
tadpoles wriggle
on the water's surface | tempslibres |
spring storm -
the grey dawn briefly
luminous | tempslibres |
atop the high wall...
the intertwining of
barbed wire & roses | tempslibres |
after brief rain...
petrol rainbows appear
on the tarmac | tempslibres |
mist and rain-
from the dark church
we walk into light | tempslibres |
uphill country walk...
on the verge wild plants
thriving in a carrier bag | tempslibres |
fading light
with its own tiny rainbow
the lake's fountain | tempslibres |
recycling point...
one bin's slot is sealed
with a spider's web | tempslibres |
after warm rain...
by the river the scent
of garlic & earth | tempslibres |
after the storm...
stuck to the window
two leaves side by side | tempslibres |
concert in full flow...
mingling with the music
the smell of cooking | tempslibres |
washing-up done-
through netted windows
a fading sunset | tempslibres |
a ladder leans
into the scent of apples ...
orchard fog | tempslibres |
brewing storm ...
how the clouds stir
in my coffee | tempslibres |
skin mapping
the familiar constellations
on his back | tempslibres |
only the glow
of a paper lantern
new moon | tempslibres |
alighting
on the edge of night
barn owl | tempslibres |
brussel sprouts
only the bitterness left
on our table | tempslibres |
a touch
of bluegrass ...
spring | tempslibres |
the noir
of a beetle's carapace
passing rain | tempslibres |
bobble and bounce
of the last marshmallow ...
hot cocoa | tempslibres |
cutting flowers ...
a honeybee lingers
in the empty space | tempslibres |
the first scent
of pink jasmine
open book | tempslibres |
wet wooly mittens
drying by the hearth side
the smell of wet sheep | tempslibres |
the rhythmic lift
of her childbearing hips
high tide | tempslibres |
another way out ...
a backdoor slammin'
in the wind | tempslibres |
Beware of Dog
only the wildest flowers
go in there | tempslibres |
the visual feast
of the first plum blossom
hunger moon | tempslibres |
left behind
his scent of aftershave
on my cheek | tempslibres |
wolf call
in the distance ...
ice moon | tempslibres |
the hollow sound
of sacred earth landing
six feet below | tempslibres |
winter wind
a cradlesong sung
in an ancient tongue | tempslibres |
sun tea darkens—
bees in the hollyhocks
all afternoon | tempslibres |
mud-spattered pickup-
four dogs watch
the tavern door | tempslibres |
spring fever
my heartbeat quickens
through the avalanche zone | tempslibres |
spring morning-
the urge to skip
and the wisdom not to | tempslibres |
power outage
hoarfrosted pines
shimmer in moonlight | tempslibres |
rumble of thunder-
slicing just-picked peaches
for the pie | tempslibres |
spring fever
my pockets full
of old grocery lists | tempslibres |
spring rain
I read his letters
one last time | tempslibres |
the familiar wail
of a common loon-
your empty chair | tempslibres |
Thanksgiving evening
the call of wild ducks
out on the bay | tempslibres |
drumming rain
a patchwork of dreams
just before waking | tempslibres |
the trail narrows-
every shadow
a possible bear | tempslibres |
lingering grief-
calls of southbound geese
through misty rain | tempslibres |
lingering light
through the willows
scent of rain | tempslibres |
obsidian night
the white sound
of rain | tempslibres |
a steady drizzle-
all day the weight
of things unsaid | tempslibres |
sleet ticking windows--
the chemo drip
in its last hour | tempslibres |
evening shadows
on the walls of the Alamo
graffiti | tempslibres |
dusty knickknacks
I try to recall
the scent of burning leaves | tempslibres |
midsummer morning--
the boat's gentle tug
at the anchor | tempslibres |
an old woman
with a lost look in her eyes--
chilled wind | tempslibres |
woodsmoke and fog
along the river bank
three trails meet | tempslibres |
searcher's call
the lost child's name-
streetlamps veiled with rain | tempslibres |
journey's end
far off in the blue distance
dark clouds | tempslibres |
ice moon-
a berry branch
forced into bloom | tempslibres |
avalanche warning-
how very still
this winter night | tempslibres |
our dusty truck-
an Amish man walks barefoot
across the village green | tempslibres |
that long-ago kiss--
and still Orion strides
the winter sky | tempslibres |
bitter cold--
we don't chase the lone crow
from the sparrow's food | tempslibres |
deepening snow--
she leaves our atlas open
to her homeland | tempslibres |
warmed-over coffee--
the gray gray sound
of winter rain | tempslibres |
3:00 a.m.--
through sounds of winter rain
the mail plane landing | tempslibres |
no wind tonight
across this reach of prairie
all those stars | tempslibres |
sipping fresh cider--
both dippers
among the far stars | tempslibres |
cool morning--
at the top of the rise
deer pass in the fog | tempslibres |
meditation room--
books of wisdom
lean left . . . and right | tempslibres |
turning north--
sand from both oceans
in little jars | tempslibres |
nearly 60 --
so many mountains around me
still unclimbed | tempslibres |
a B-52
thunders over the bay--
blue heron lifting | tempslibres |
Sentinels of spring...
kites bobbing for attention
in saucy March winds | tempslibres |
the crowd
holding blossoms . . .
thunder! | tempslibres |
sifting shadows
with remnants
of rain | tempslibres |
stars falling
from the sky . . .
autumn moon | tempslibres |
making pancakes
between whispers . . .
morning mist | tempslibres |
humid morning . . .
words dangle
from her lips | tempslibres |
humid night . . .
the darkness
between your thighs | tempslibres |
"upstairs
swathed"
"in neon | the" |
lanternless night . . .
a whisper passing
through leaves | tempslibres |
a slower
moon this evening . . .
the cold! | tempslibres |
autumn depths . . .
a mole dreaming
of darkness | tempslibres |
the egg seller . . .
her cracked hands
speak of winter | tempslibres |
high noon . . .
young girls harvest
rice from a mirror | tempslibres |
early spring . . .
young women collecting
peach blossoms | tempslibres |
after midnight . . .
a shooting star beneath
the wharf | tempslibres |
mid-summer . . .
she shares with me
a ripe melon! | tempslibres |
no longer a
"mirror
this lake chasing" | geese into darkness |
almost summer . . .
eating an especially
ripe mango | tempslibres |
gusts of wind
dancing together under
a harvest moon | tempslibres |
the fullness
of ripe melons . . .
this summer moon | tempslibres |
summer leaves . . .
remembering
mother's dry skin | tempslibres |
"a mountain
"
the stone buddha . . . | and cold food |
daybreak
your kiss on the lip
of a coffee cup | tempslibres |
the full moon
and a rice field
planted with stars | tempslibres |
day moon . . .
a paper lantern floating
down river | tempslibres |
kissing you
under a paper moon . . .
the stars! | tempslibres |
cool morning . . .
your smile pasted on
a coffee cup | tempslibres |
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