two arise in one / a natural arising … / but two stays apart

awoke at sunrise / heard the morning train leaving … / following the moon

such a calm evening / belies his ancient longing … / carved in mental stone

three hawks circling high / in the cool summer twilight . . . / slowly drifting east

through lush summer trees / the bright honey moon rises . . . / dreaming in moonlight

watering the pines . . . / oh! a flock of fifty hawks / appeared overhead

a full moon at dawn / moonset during its eclipse . . . / twice disappearing

skirting the sagebrush / dragonflies dart at high speed . . . / watching every move

late moon, crisp and clear / cloaks its way into night clouds . . . / soft hazy return

weaving so gently / golden trumpets on the vine . . . / a small mantis hides

hoofing it homeward / out of shape and feeling it . . . / passing through the pain

morning moon hunting / found it, blue tinged, midst the clouds . . . / waiting to greet me

Oh! such a stillness . . . / only bird songs and moonbeams / stir this lovely dawn

motionless morning . . . / dawn winds are holding their breath / in the damp coolness

two white paws protrude / from the towel covered box . . . / she likes what she likes

temporary lull / now the rains begin anew . . . / she stands on the sill

no need to go there . . . / been to temptation island / barely made it back!

found a tiny frog / wearing only his striped socks . . . / hopping down my lane

moonlight dragonflies / dart about the hidden pond . . . / wings and waves glinting

clouds and auroras / greet this new morning of mine . . . / Look! the crescent moon!

shining through tall trees / the thunder moon of summer . . . / below, crickets chirp

a black dragonfly / four black wings tipped in bright white . . . / passed on a nonstop

blue hot summer's day / purple sagebrush in splendor . . . / hear the cicadas

placed him in the grass / far away from the four wheels … / tiny striped socks frog

the silver half-moon / inspires the late night crickets . . . / west wind gently wafts

sun shines through sprinklers / in the verdant terraced park . . . / cool summer morning

two wings on flagstones / all that’s left of what once was . . . / murderous and cute

dragonfly above / black with four black wings tipped white . . . / a glimpse in passing

to the moon we sing / the crickets, the birds, and I . . . / I like to think so

dodging puffy clouds . . . / bright shadows and dim shadows / the sun comes and goes

large black butterfly / flew right up to the window . . . / missed the spider’s web

a blue summer sky / watching the passing of clouds . . . / disappearing sun

turned my head to see / flying low across the park / a white bird, far off

heavy remnant rains / resound on this old rooftop . . . / my pillow feels cool

I see over there / a squirrel on the low fence . . . / are the cats watching?

now close to moonset . . . / thunder moon makes its way back / to dream anew night

cloud-laden morning / I peruse the eastern sky / a brief, dazzling orb

morning of quiet / morning of calm reflection . . . / gentle birds and breeze

morning prayers and coughs / accompany the bird songs . . . / pets and patting cats

Venus, evening star / and a silver crescent moon . . . / adorn the nightfall

between piñon pines / the spiders hang in midair . . . / silken traps for some

ancient fossil sun / rays imprinted in a rock . . . / might it yet nova?

they woke me at four / noisy next door dad and son . . . / friends of mine, daytime!

down drops an inchworm / on an invisible thread . . . / red cardinal sings

brighter the moon glows / rising out of a dark cloud . . . / like the orb phoenix

from the roof, he watched . . . / funnels looked like spider legs / cutting a mile wide

a thin veil of clouds / made the moon more alluring . . . / now low in the sky

stepped out my front door. . . / heard the morning train passing / heard the birds singing

wherever I go / Alex wants to go there, too . . . / my old cat buddy

full moon so lovely / yellow hued, perfect roundness . . . / cardinal agrees!

barely awake now . . . / got up for a drink and looked / oh, that sublime moon!

hiding in quiet . . . / gradual, my abandon / in my morning trice

heard her piercing cry / a lone Mississippi kite . . . / somewhere in the park

in the western dawn / a morning moon, tinged with blue . . . / fading as it sets

I gather the world . . . / though the rant be unceasing . . . / bouquet for the soul

dazzling sunset clouds / paint reality too large . . . / my eyes are dreaming

shining bright silver / now with dark underbelly . . . / quiet morning moon

a bright countenance / growing dark underbelly … / quiet morning moon

I face its bright face / dark underbelly growing . . . / the bright morning moon

had a young boy's crush / watched her sing in black and white . . . / and now we're both gray

planet Jupiter / shares a dark sky with the moon . . . / first glimmer of dawn

a bright morning moon / shares the sky with Jupiter … / dawn glimmers, and soon

bright glints through green trees / this orange sun turns golden . . . / now the clouds are lit

the relaxing cat / mockingbirds swoop and attack . . . / annoyed, he stays put

just finished my task / dug a small hole in the yard . . . / a mockingbird grave

the relaxing cat / now hides under a low branch . . . / birds can’t swoop him there

the bright morning sun / chases a now fading moon . . . / hiding in the sky

chameleon moon / slowly changes into blue … / hiding from the sun

the bright sun above / has begun its southward tilt . . . / into the dog days

she said she missed me / and we set a date and time … / so where is she now?

oh silver half-moon / lustrous glow at midheaven . . . / hear my rhythmic steps

treasured sympathies / gleaned from life’s trials and errors … / kept in a locked box

oh silver half-moon / shining at the midheaven … / my rhythmic footsteps

afternoon breezes / make dancing light and shadows … / coming and going

a dark, secret sky / the moon meets her companion . . . / dawn will find them there

hear the cardinal / moving through the nearby trees . . . / singing in each one

always moon hunting / but, this morning she hid well . . . / right above my head

I got a face full / she’ll soon be spinning anew . . . / sunrise, in my face

shadowed morning park / slowly, the covers are pulled . . . / luminous treetops

we may discover / while we are here, or after … / inherent meaning

shadowed morning park / slowly, the covers are pulled … / bright sunny treetops

in daylight she sleeps / dreaming at times, of darkness … / her old world phases

starting and stopping . . . / cicadas buzz in elm trees / a summer comfort

piercing cries – I look / a park kite takes to the air . . . / gracefully, she arcs

flying low and loud / a red chopper scans the school . . . / bigwigs – just guessing

somebody, somewhere / must know my friend's whereabouts . . . / tell him to call me!

the Toledo girl / misses me when she’s away … / now I’m forgotten

crescent moon at dawn / shining through a small white cloud … / her gossamer veil

morning crescent moon / silver through a small white cloud . . . / her gossamer veil

so faintly, a sound . . . / louder and louder it grows . . . / the passing night train

a bright eastern glow / the sunrise is imminent . . . / in the treetops now

thunderstorms gather / reflect golden light below . . . / watch out for twisters!

on a high bare branch / a predator bird watches . . . / his haiku came first

cookies for breakfast / a sensible meal for lunch … / finishing the bag

only took one click / and now her digits are gone … / not my obsession

my best intentions / swimming hard for the surface . . . / really need to breathe

soft rain in the night . . . / helping to quench this parched earth / and cool the dog days

manicured myrtles / limbs like a supermodel . . . / crimson blooming whorls

hours on the phone … / talking about everything / and about nothing

monarch butterfly / visits the red and pink blooms . . . / then flits on her way

shady summer oak / sitting in a webbed lawn chair . . . / a cool beverage

quiet morning walk . . . / crickets chirp, then go silent / crescent moon rising

pulled up the curtain / caught a glimpse of hummingbird . . . / gone in an instant

you see right through me / perhaps more smoke and mirrors … / well, what’s the use now?

sitting on my couch / beautiful as a Helen … / Marxist feminist

sweeping the garden / one step ahead of nature … / and two steps behind

golden lantana / and glowing pink crepe myrtle . . . / bright morning sunlight

don’t look back too far / or pierce the veils too deeply . . . / you might hurt yourself!

high up in the trees / sunlight glints on spider silks . . . / moving with the winds

nighttime strikes a pose / its dark and breathless moment . . . / ’till dawn breaks the spell

quick summer shower / a bit of dog days drama . . . / now quiet dripping

heard the dawn solo . . . / take off those dummy trousers / and dress for success

just popped into view / quantum train at the station . . . / only if you look!

mental turbulence / made the pond look turbulent . . . / it was smooth as glass

dawn makes its new web / spinning an auroral glow . . . / cosmic sun catcher

a derelict web . . . / abandoned by its maker / yet still convincing

dawn glows in wonder . . . / but, before the day is lit / jack cake is eaten

Alex had a snack / Alex’s snack came right back … / see Bob clean that snack

how long does it take / sanity to stark raving / love, wonderful love

got benched at hello / put in for the goodbye kick … / the receiving end

a homemade trailer / pulled it out to Yellowstone . . . / woodpile in the road

so many losses … / don’t recall paying for them / yet they keep coming

orange crescent moon / disappears for the evening . . . / evening star so bright

is my signal strong … / will you see it reflected / and know I exist?

I'm sitting upright / but it feels more like sleeping . . . / just multitasking

Saturday morning / but my mind is still at work … / thumb slammed in a door

hummingbird alights / perching on a red yucca . . . / golden light surrounds

red cardinal streak / disappears into the elm . . . / back into the oak

oh! these morning trees . . . / scintillating golden leaves / dancing with shadows

we’re both birdwatching / me and my little black cat … / we have our reasons

right at our window / his red female cardinal . . . / he danced – we do, too!

faithful flatliners / thoughtful spiders spinning webs . . . / free from all spirals

dog days in my world / but, wintertime in your world . . . / we live in one world

from the pebbly ground / she looks up through bright flowers … / that tail starts to twitch

morning dragonflies / circle the purple sagebrush . . . / sunrise on the flits

up in the middle / caught a glimpse of a night train . . . / on the edge of sound

I put my foot down / hoping to slow the spinning . . . / nothing slows this earth

bright orange sunrise / above the green grassy park . . . / kites and crickets call

here I am, again . . . / this joyful land of darkness / gotta love a job

I heard the L word / and then I heard the space word . . . / the run word sounds good

beating my hum drum . . . / 'till the homogenized days / came apart, it seems

golden bright palette / decorates the eventide . . . / stillness at the close

didn’t make the news . . . / but hidden, silent and deep / a train wreck occurred

bright orange twilight / and a silver moon, so bright . . . / nightfall increases

at last the parting / a bright half moon is revealed . . . / assuaging silver

stars of wintertime / now appear before sunrise … / all about the wheels

stars of wintertime / rising just before the sun . . . / long before solstice

the cage is open / you're free to fly, little bird . . . / and you always were

wispy evening clouds / surround the waxing half-moon . . . / a stealthy twilight

from your heart, I fall / when I’m not in your presence … / thinking takes over

comforting moonlight / shines in the bedroom window . . . / on your empty side

my heart is breaking / like the broken moon above … / but its light fills me

the world softly wakes . . . / I see its dawn glow brighter / and hear its breathing

oh, falling from grace / this “we” that seemed quite special / again, only me

out of the darkness / dawn makes its first offering . . . / concurring bird songs

sunrise bike commute / hear the kites in the park trees . . . / joyful piercing cries

in the eastern blue / a tenuous moon rises . . . / silvered by twilight

enkindled twilight . . . / overwhelmed I turn, and oh! / what a moon awaits!

waking from our dream / where one plus one equals one . . . / now, see the green wave

a web of darkness / separates the night from day . . . / dawn glints on the threads

what of the planets / dancing around as they do … / I want to dance, too

the sun breaks golden / will my heart break golden, too . . . / out of the darkness

magic can happen / beautiful spells cast today . . . / now, to make them stick

was it merely chance / what brought me right here, right now . . . / in the door she walks

from Texas she fled / off to New Mexico hills . . . / sadness and sunsets

pink buds on sagebrush . . . / profuse purple blooms await / prowling thunderclouds

a bright orange cloud / hangs over the still twilight . . . / evening cicadas

I see you people / not one enemy among . . . / friends each and every

was it merely chance / that brought me right here, right now . . . / in the door she walks

labyrinthine moon / silvers a gossamer cloud . . . / bright shadows alike

labyrinthine moon / lights a gossamer window . . . / bright the shadows like

a fast gallop through . . . / one big leap and she's hanging . . . / my door jamb kitty

hear the dawn birds call / I'm still tucked between the sheets . . . / dark night and bright day

flowers at her door / and back to the cab I go . . . / but wait, she appears

oh, your box of no / it’s too small for me to fit . . . / we is not a box

fleecy clouds above / eclipse the sweltry sunlight … / a kite scans below

ghosts in my machine / those people, places, and things . . . / now their stirrings fade

a hazy moon gleams / as evening cicadas buzz . . . / bringing nighttime close

unrequited moon / hides behind a veil of clouds . . . / never revealing

a soft wispy moon / follows me in the darkness . . . / footsteps pass crickets

sidewalks at first light . . . / morning doves fill the four points / cooing to crickets

what would you give up / would you give up everything . . . / or even one thing

I heard loud buzzing / bees, all over the sagebrush . . . / they’ve returned at last!

I heard loud buzzing . . . / purple sagebrush filled with bees . . . / their joyful return!

on the purple blooms / a Monarch butterfly paused … / she let me draw near

on the purple blooms / a Monarch butterfly paused . . . / I came just that close!

big black swallowtail / flits over the orange blooms . . . / cicadas rattle

I trust you slept well . . . / perhaps I was just your dream / and now you're awake

trying to stay poised . . . / mood swings like a barley scythe / with strange attractions

this blue summer day / filled with butterflies and heat . . . / ended the bee drought

twilight simple sky / adorned with the rabbit moon . . . / silver light of night

the sun retreats south / leaving a trail of dog days . . . / autumn is miles off

the sun moves southward / pacing itself for the third . . . / we're the baking batch

now I can’t be here / because I have to be there … / so I can be here

regarding the birds / their songs conjure the sunrise . . . / treetops catch first light

attending to birds / their songs beckon the sunrise . . . / cool air marks my face

quiet déclassé / not a tweet from the tower . . . / who will be brought down

halcyon morning / not quite what was expected . . . / those ducks will fool ya!

starting to forget / here in my submarine space / run silent, run deep

the heart’s labyrinth / flows deeper than conception . . . / gonna rescue you

so this is goodbye … / and goodbye can be good, right? / Schroedinger’s cat, dead

counting the minutes / sixty in every hour . . . / except for this one

cherry blossoms fall / around my girl and that dude . . . / I'll blossom his ass!

believing the words / long years were allowed to pass . . . / but, no ties broken

what’s changed in this world / the change is in me, I know … / I’m friends with this world

the darkest night moon / lies nestled in a cloudbank . . . / already the dawn

full moon, yellow bright / shines low in some western sky . . . / the autumn train calls

the morning moon fades / lost in the day star dazzle . . . / like the rest of us

the continued stuff / seems to be continuing . . . / got my work hat on

silent overhead / the bright silver moon stands guard . . . / soundly, soundlessly

you can’t fight the curl / upon the straight and narrow . . . / so, who do you love?

someone wake the moon . . . / dreaming it is, in my sky / and dawn glows, next door

to see you this way / you, with peaceful countenance . . . / we're happy now, yes

through the willow leaves / a morning moon shines brightly … / silver fades to blue

to be what I was / is not what I want to be . . . / I was not myself

evening sun burns hot / too hot for honest breathing … / inhale at midnight

how far could I run . . . / to some other galaxy / you’d be waiting there

climbed high in my tree . . . / it took me for quite a ride / but the ride ended

could have sworn you said / but now you swear you didn’t . . . / swearing isn’t good

now you have your space / and you have plenty of it . . . / Mars is a nice place

one hot afternoon / a kettle of hawks appeared . . . / filled the sky, then gone

ripples on the pond . . . / dragonflies dart back and forth / dodging jumping fish

run everyone off / then you can be all alone . . . / drowning out your thoughts

how wrong would I be / if I missed every signal / and crashed all these trains

loved throughout the world / for his art and poetry . . . / or is it the work?

notice the present / how it fills up the moments . . . / and everything else

a Gordian knot / my brain’s shoes tied together . . . / from the inside out

this earthly garden / with her quiet moon above . . . / night clouds illumined

cool winds call the moon / to dance among the dreamers . . . / ’till the dawn’s first glow

deepest shade of night . . . / crickets chirp in still coolness / breathing moist moonlight

doves cooing at dawn . . . / feathery pink clouds morph gold / just before the sun

contours and detours / crossing into nondescript . . . / words! don't fail me now!

it's all perfection / the ducks keep quacking at me . . . / are their quacks for real?

got a backyard fetch . . . / happy four-wing dragonflies / flitting and flashing

standing in my yard / as the fetch flits all around . . . / far above, a hawk

ornate swallowtail / her wings black with shiny blue . . . / finds her nectar blooms

half-moon, ruffled clouds / wind-borne in the early dawn . . . / invocations made

morning wakes heavy / and its thoughts take flightless wing . . . / darkness waits for sun

a quiet darkness . . . / no sounds but the silent moon / and lonesome cricket

i hear the silence / beckoning from the darkness . . . / come see this bright moon !

through the humid night / crickets chirp and half-moon shines . . . / their sharp and fuzzy

our indoor gecko / reveals his presence, sometimes . . . / when I make the bed

eighteen years service / but today is her last day . . . / some things always change

this, I did not choose . . . / or, it was chosen for me / when my mind was turned

comforting moonlight / shines through my bedroom window . . . / and her window, too

ran after, calling / and she came back just to say . . . / i watched my friend leave

the moon sheds its tears / silver bright on wispy clouds / as morning dreams light

mister bugaboo / he’s a cat, and sometimes two . . . / as a friend, he’ll do

planets have aligned / into a love labyrinth . . . / love can't fail me now!

the moon sheds its tears / silver bright on wispy veils / as dawn dreams in light

crickets loud chirping / and a shining silver moon . . . / brighten the dark dawn

on and off they blink / in this realm of light grown dark . . . / some dead stars still shine

obscuring the moon / with a camouflage of words … / poseurs will sell you

unsettled they are / the old ghosts dance in darkness / soon they sleep once more

all things are sacred / all thinks are total nonsense . . . / the coin has two sides

a dawn crescent glows / as the night grows dark weary . . . / fitfully she dreams

a smiling moon-world / fades into aurora bright . . . / and, with the rising

she smiled so brightly / I could see the rest of her . . . / glowing in the sky

thinnest crescent moon / shines above the dark treeline . . . / one bird sings his song

no one’s seen her, yet / that cat runs at the first sign / little boltergeist

before I showed up / this world must have existed . . . / but who could have known?

heard the early songs / and I saw the early glow . . . / up the tree-lined hill

in the quiet night / smells and sounds of new coffee / permeate the dark

cupcake on the head / best of the alternatives . . . / many into one

allured by your spell / oh, world of wonder, you are . . . / but sometimes, you’re not

allured by your spell / oh, world of wonder, you are . . . / but sometimes, you aren't

beautiful Monarch / feeding on the purple blooms . . . / journey continues

a little green bird / disappears into a bush . . . / but branches wiggle

on this peaceful day / life flows like swans on a lake . . . / each gliding moment

out of the corner . . . / silver bright a moon did shine / from the inner voice

missed my harp alarm / heard dream marimbas instead . . . / whatever wakes works

is it just a hug / or everything you wanted . . . / soul’s promise come true

trees are whispering / as the leaves fall about them . . . / waiting for the white

a dim half-moon shines / alone in the reach of blue . . . / dark brings the brightness

leaves are falling now / but the playa park is green . . . / dawn glows in golden

blissful dark hours . . . / clouds tinted by the half-moon / veil shimmering stars

gauzy orange clouds / tint a silent silver moon . . . / twilight twinkling blue

orange clouds at dusk / made like storms and dropped a few . . . / he would have loved it

the little beggar / shines like a bright copper moon / in her brand new fit

oh morning stillness / but only in this backyard . . . / traffic is flowing

driving at sunset . . . / a flock of Canada geese / flying just above

thunder broke my fall / truly an autumn sideshow . . . / take the blinders off

dark feathery clouds / drive the white sun underground . . . / bright spider legs talk

dark feathery clouds / drive the white sun underground . . . / bright spider legs walk

oh, bright moon above / turns raindrops into jewels . . . / and tears into tears

hold the moon, lightly . . . / bind it with all shining thoughts / in this lucid stream

in this early gray / moments enfold into one . . . / sunrise unfolding

chilly winds make room / as a white sun turns golden . . . / autumn shadows wave

rolling up the blinds / a cold spider hangs in light . . . / her last suppertime

excluding all else . . . / nothing but a sun and moon / earth rides the circle

morning cloud colors / and a full moon shines away . . . / autumn takes me back

cataract removed / and a plastic lens installed . . . / the bionic years

autumn cools the blue . . . / restless veils of wispy white / sun-streak rainbow bright

oh, such cat dramas . . . / Buffy the kitten arrived / the rest went bonkers

in the late of late / a forlorn train is passing . . . / but I'm here, waiting

in the late of late / hear the forlorn train, passing . . . / but I'm here, waiting

in the late of late / hear the forlorn train passing . . . / but I'm here, waiting

wispy autumn sky / and a white moon dreams therein . . . / dancing leaves below

in front of the world / I dance, my important dance . . . / but I know it's not

a late sun shadow / crawls up and down the curtain . . . / eight legs suspended

all the furniture / and all the belongings, too . . . / now for the goodbyes

oh the things I heard / they burned to the heart of me . . . / such a fine fall day!

in the early dawn / stillness floats in dark treetops . . . / possums scratch and snore

bright above the dawn / a crescent shines before new . . . / pausing reflection

the moon smiles, watching / her companion watches, too . . . / jewels to behold

cold is this darkness . . . / bright shimmering points unknown / leave their marks upon

a shy crescent moon / shimmers in the creeping dawn . . . / ancient light of night

set the cold markers / this side of the crescent moon . . . / darkness shows its face

ethereal park / glows with an icy frosting . . . / forever new dawn

something has been lost / a something that never was . . . / who was I, really?

valiant efforts / and all my work has paid off . . . / I'm one more human

oh, valiant efforts / and all my work has paid off . . . / I'm one more human

oh, I don't have much / but I do have everything . . . / if I don't possess

morning shadows dance / on window, curtain and shade . . . / birds of a feather

the wind shuffled leaves / wake the dark diaphanous . . . / distant suns break free

quiet unity / heaven and earth remain one . . . / at dawn, the first bite

what’s lost in living / by not gambling everything . . . / at least once or twice

bright playa sunrise / lights the cloud duck alignment . . . / rush past danger queue

bright playa sunrise / lights the domino cloud deck . . . / rush past danger queue

a red picket fence / disappears into oak trees . . . / red leaves, and golden

gazing into space / a bright smile with quiet mind / happens every time

crescent, bright and low / disappears in dark whiteness . . . / briefly shows a point

one pile of feathers . . . / I love my feline friendlies . . . / two piles of feathers

half-moon shines silver / revealing hare in toto . . . / middle of her dream

buses come and go / taking people here and there . . . / there's only one place

cold in its color / an autumn day fills with light . . . / when you wake, just wake

the dark moon unveils / bringing cloud pathways to light . . . / silent shimmering

gossamer moon rays / dance through dark velvet hours . . . / dawn brings the dazzler

gossamer moon rays / dance through dark velvet hours . . . / sunrise bedazzles

the glazed park glistens / adorned as it is with oaks . . . / red hues autumn's cues

full moon, dark with clouds / 'till night winds clear the dawning . . . / bright star paints a way

moon, plethora moons / pell mell in silence, orbit . . . / multiplying, soon

the sun hides in fear / from the dazzling western moon . . . / fetch these silhouettes

alone on the trail / fog, thick and silence surrounds . . . / twigs break underfoot

hiding in elm trees / a silver bright autumn moon . . . / it saw me and froze

Oh! Fall's orange leaves / with Autumn's reds and yellows . . . / their beautiful end

these words sit on sand / not solid rock of wisdom . . . / more words keep coming

the words come quickly / add a dimension or two . . . / water’s rising now

I looked to the stars / on my quest for heart and soul . . . / you said I would fail

under the carpet / something from the past, revealed . . . / so much blood was spilled

our iceberg melted / leaving the wide open sea . . . / we’re just treading now

high feathery clouds / glow with a bright aurora . . . / outside reverie

a thin crescent moon / shines through gossamer orange . . . / watching the big star

crisscross clouds enshroud / as colors edge to sunset . . . / trailing off in light

little short on heat / so we're long on underwear . . . / no more kumbaya!

radiator's on / fourteen feet stuck underneath . . . / hu hu hu haiku

clouds of icy waves / lit by orange crystal fire . . . / winter's mad sunrise

everyone conforms / unless they're nonconformists . . . / busy conforming

golden wispy clouds / shine in the eastern morning . . . / a thousand bird songs

melancholy moon . . . / filling with silver moonlight / then, slowly fading

must I look for you / sometimes here, but always there / I know you’re somewhere

blue dawn streaked with pink / the eastern glow grows brighter . . . / wispy sky rhythms

melancholy moon / full and bright with silver light . . . / now eclipsed in blood

'round the campus trees / a grackle tornado whirls . . . / pink skies glow above

high cloud veils of pink / slowly morph to wispy white . . . / orange puffs float low

oh, fiery sunset / burns across the twilight blue . . . / white moon hides in mauve

orange moon above / glows in a silent shadow . . . / but shadows don't last

daybreak winter park / light sparkles on frozen ice . . . / ethereal rime

a cold moon shimmers / as the small creature returns . . . / resuming the count

bitter and bare bleak . . . / Tibetan scarf blows briskly / on the twenty-forth

bitter and bare bleak . . . / Tibetan scarf blows briskly / on the twenty-fourth

leaden skies adorn / the bare branches of winter . . . / a distant train calls

hissing and running / I heard the little one scream . . . / curtains were pulled down

I am powerless / and my words fall on deaf ears . . . / she just wants to leave

the silver half-moon / shimmers with a bright half ring . . . / wafting doughnut smells

the silver half-moon / shimmers in a half-ring glow. . . / icy winds facade

in the morning dark . . . / silence fills every corner / between in and out

when all hell broke loose / it visited, quietly . . . / we had some coffee

a wresting public / lines its pockets with fool’s gold . . . / the delight shines deep

in the cold distance / winter travelers appear . . . / fleeting thoughts, they were

close to the bright star / a small planet makes its way . . . / from afar, I watch

pink streaks turn orange / as dawn sneaks up on morning . . . / a black grackle laughs

orange herringbone / clouds at dawn delight the blue . . . / a train passes through

glimpsed the moon tonight . . . / harbinger of winter cold / cracked in frozen sky

rosy pink reveals / dawn’s winter bright effulgence . . . / cold trails a witness

together, we broke / and it all came down upon . . . / together, we fell

the sun's bright decrease / shadows winter in its deep . . . / linger there, without

polishing windows / in my beautiful glass house . . . / it’s just a stone’s throw

oh, she might love me / but she’s not in love with me … / let’s keep pretending

pink clouds fill the dawn / companions to a bright moon . . . / regretful in blue

out of a darkness / hope springs once more, infernal . . . / the puppet will smile

the bright moon follows / 'round the snowy park at dawn . . . / black ice lurks below

a moon, half silvered / shines down on the glowing dawn . . . / trees trimmed with grackles

this world is so real / I can poke it with a stick . . . / but everything fades

the night candle burns / and shadows flicker within . . . / all my secrets known

up and down I trudge / these stares of my discontent . . . / unnoticed I pass

winter has frozen . . . / harboring these fugitives / until the first thaw

as I sit and wait / quiet coaxes the sunlight . . . / shadows shuffling feet

always close at hand / but always just out of reach . . . / smoke without fire

Winter's foggy breath / and the sounds of crunchy ice . . . / moving slowly now

the lovely blue fox / rests in his rainbow forest . . . / a wild beast he was

don't want to know why / and don't want to know why not . . . / how is always good

quiet brown curtains / adorned with waving shadows . . . / hibernation day

kites and cardinals / adorn the dazzling path . . . / handfuls of morning

kites and cardinals / adorn the dazzling pathway . . . / handfuls of morning

wispy morning clouds / turn golden with the sunrise . . . / layers go dazzling

what I thought, I thought / but some thoughts failed to occur . . . / no makes its own sound

dawn glows with new light / but latent shadows remain . . . / living in between

chasing some new moon / I follow this endless path / littered with all things

alone at midnight . . . / the days grew weary of me / or was I the one

I know what I know / here in my cave of knowing . . . / who cares what you know?

duplicating lives / we rolled the dice of habit . . . / together again

my mental monsoons / threatened such fine landscaping . . . / treasure, buried deep

after all these years / it was, it was like magic . . . / but not quite, you know

your life is good now . . . / am I your flying buttress / holding back your pain

clouds capture the dawn / fleeting, their gold adornment . . . / sunrise resemblance

heard a train calling / from some dark corner of night . . . / one eye and one ear

little tail-chaser / spins and hisses at herself . . . / sees the problem, but

our blue and white world . . . / but now the caps are melting / and it’s turning blue

saw the first blossoms / pink on a large cherry tree . . . / don’t slip away now

this bright crescent moon / shining silver veiled in pink . . . / you look and we see

look at you, hiding / pretending all this is real . . . / our beautiful world

once upon a time / inertia kept me going . . . / now it takes coffee

white blooms at first light / and red birds sing back and forth . . . / winter spins a chill

pink, white and puffy . . . / bloom clouds adorn the park trees / as dream waves collapse

birds light up the dawn / long before the day star wakes . . . / ghosts in my machine

this little spring moon / is the fullest of the full . . . / spin the triple cast

spring storms dance about / dressed in finest dark anvils / and bright lightning bolts

oh perigee moon / into night, your bright solo / shines, in possession

the twirling fritters / lost in serendipity . . . / oh my! there's no end

I almost lost it / even before I found it . . . / it's the mind, you know

had a visitor . . . / took me on the big coaster / but left the next day

cloud-tipped golden light / carried on a wintry breeze . . . / spring blooms have faded

diminutive cones / refurbish the wispy pine . . . / grey, smoke-like pollen

thoughts layered with clouds / make my mental lasagna . . . / partake of this day

growing golden glow / dazzling between the layers . . . / shadows raise their heads

a twilight crescent / puts me in my frame of mind . . . / the moon's token glow

a trove of bright gold / glitters in the deep cloud bank . . . / sunbeams break and run

burnt orange sunset . . . / a million gone up in smoke / with a twilight smell

the cult has dispersed / and no one wants my koolaid . . . / I'm feeling thirsty

in this quiet dawn / clearly I hear it calling . . . / slow train distant train

i matter, i don't . . . / what matters to you, matters . . . / what's the matter, now?

sunspots and moondots / decorate this world of mind . . . / within and without

dazzling my peepers / I can't read between these lines . . . / sunrise to sunset

sprinklers on fresh mowed / crisscrossing mile long shadows . . . / green by the numbers

i heard her twirling . . . / my black cat ballerina / attacking her tail

I'll give you my love / but it's for someone, something . . . / until then, it's yours

it's all about me / me, and my downward spiral . . . / feel my gravity

this ride is not free / but you're free to ride your mouth . . . / round and round we go

started quietly / but I couldn't keep quiet . . . / all quiet again

solid as a rock / so who would have thought that we . . . / would break like a rock

rounding the corner / I heard the crosstown train call . . . / down below I go

raised on phony dreams / dark prom queens unrelenting . . . / bake another cake

following my reach . . . / the old passes into new / if not now, then soon

it's all up to you / every move that I'm making . . . / please keep me informed

quietly we sit / sustained by the early sounds . . . / we know this won’t last

do I care for you / futile attempts have been made . . . / do you care for me

thunder and laughter / but not enough of either . . . / now come the raindrops

collecting my gear . . . / paint brushes, bucket, ladder / college diploma

halfway to China / but nothing found between us . . . / I can stop digging

derelict masses / lost in the endless present . . . / looking for a place

a crescent moon husk / hangs low in the drought drenched sky . . . / rain box derelict

the dreams we once dared . . . / now time has taken its toll / allowing such things

if I stay with her / I'll be alone all my life . . . / oh! Joshua tree

we look much the same / but I live a bit further . . . / the hibernation

full moon, summer moon / floats in gossamer silence . . . / moonlight says it all

night is so noisy / its silence is deafening . . . / the years creep slowly

now that I met you / I’m more lonely than ever . . . / alone was better

behind the big pine / a hawk swoops low to the ground . . . / silence all around

nothing will deter / for these tracks are set in stone . . . / alone, you and I

now that I met you / I'm more lonely than ever . . . / what became of me?

the shape-shifting moon / transforms into summer sky . . . / nighttime to rejoin

there were no problems / except the ones in your head . . . / hope I'm hearing me

a wispy seahorse / swims alone on a zephyr . . . / simmering summer

lonely sun and moon / traverse this desert of love . . . / endless days and nights

one follows the next / but the end has been misplaced . . . / there’s gum on this shoe

this hot summer sun / shrinks mudpuddle paradigms . . . / is the void a whole?

last night a few drops / falling short on thirst remains . . . / still the world turns parched

in the dream kitchen / green prickly pear blocked my way . . . / another room lost

in the dream office / a redhead told us two words . . . / anger management

quiet overcast / gives way to summer shimmer . . . / rain doubts enticement

no heartbeat no breath / some choose to call it true love / some choose to call it

following the clouds / I skirt my dark ironic . . . / wispy bright whispers

three birds and a moon / dance in a summer swelter . . . / blowout on the pole

your meaningless words / draw blood from my very own . . . / vampire aura glows

curtains in the din / parted for a silent few . . . / far away, a train

bright silver crescent / dodges a bright pink morning . . . / or perhaps that's me

all her rejection / might be a highway mirage . . . / both eyes on the road

when will the good dream / find its way into my bed / and wake me from life

in this dark silence / i can hear the gentle moon / move across the sky

call if you want to . . . / later I dial, but knowing / she'll never answer

i don't want to stay / but i prefer not to leave . . . / clarity becomes

inside the circle / the days add up to nothing . . . / outside the circle

the we season ends . . . / leaves turn, autistic colors / in zero spaces

everything was wrong / but all the wrong pieces fit . . . / a few left over

my trash words scattered / but a spectrum trail remains . . . / suspect the monster

i think it's all me / but the earth doesn't revolve / it just turns, that's all

see the moon above / and from within hear its voice . . . / the days pass one by

birds are gathering . . . / don't flap your apocalypse / it's only winter

within this crawlspace / colors in the sounds I smell . . . / real life, more or less

a surprising moon / hangs down from the lowest branch . . . / silent, anyway

gathered colors dance . . . / above, a gray wash sun spot / breathing white, autumn

colors gathered trance . . . / above, a sun-white gray wash / autumn solitude

sweet abandonment . . . / I searched for the tree of life / in your dead forest

crushed under the weight . . . / such speed without location / read between the lines

in this windowland / all hiding is in plain view . . . / and, truth is breezy

in a hundred years / after my head has thawed out . . . / will you marry me?

this old letterbox / filled with unspent memories . . . / edges rounded off

quietly closing / a keystain and a fifty / light freeway traffic

it was understood . . . / we were neither one okay / but we were all right

waiting and watching / for you, or your dead ringer / just this thing i do

couldn't help myself / took a glimpse of your online . . . / nothing's changed but me

the myriad white / drifting on thoughts and breezes . . . / each, we pretended

acorns in fresh snow / await the hungry squirrels . . . / tails twitch in high trees

overhead, calling / geese with their twilight bellies . . . / lake bound golden vee

deep winter orange / sunrise cracks through icy clouds . . . / warming deep shadows

deep winter orange / sunrise cracks through icy clouds . . . / waking cold shadows

her paw on my chin / as she curls into a snooze . . . / wall-bouncing dreamer

winter sky by day / at night the swoon circle glows . . . / waxing and waning

rain makes jeweled drops / to adorn dark radiance . . . / bushes glistening

life in the middle / with both ends hidden from view . . . / so beautifully sad

the dying twilight / reborn as silver moonlight . . . / all must hide, sometimes

a feverfew moon / silver bright in night meantime . . . / we hear what you see

rolling dark brick-ness / onto the darkest byway . . . / his bright countenance

someone come find me . . . / no more hiding in plain sight / I am what I’m not

two ears, safe and sound / out of the armaghetto . . . / end times never end

all this worrying / kept us awake half the night . . . / me, myself and I

the big mystery / rolls up the carpets at night . . . / she loves her own cage

dodged a large pothole / some street level cave entrance . . . / bats are after me

a dazzling sun shield / shines through unclaimed foliage . . . / these inner movements

bright sunny movements / shine through dark solitary . . . / mock disturbances

in a late night lab / rocket fuel mix went wrong . . . / the man in the moon

a dazzling sun shield / shines through unnamed foliage . . . / universal edge

tsunamis of fear / rolled in from all directions . . . / alone at my desk

fleeting forever / am I part of a big brane . . . / or the cosmic brain

had to say farewell . . . / things change after fifty years / except for nothing

oh! spring smells glimmer / but winter clouds still shimmer . . . / above and beyond

nestled in twilight / a silver crescent appears . . . / above and beyond

on the wings of spring / butterflies and dragonflies . . . / jewels of the sky

big anvils building / in the hills off the caprock . . . / this silence will end

twilight hummingbirds / flit about the willow blooms . . . / evening takes a breath

a lone hawk circles / just above treetop level . . . / bubble of silence