wine

thinking of wine

i almost miss dusk

turning moon soft

cold

wind painted morning

fingers of cold turn me

this way and that

moon

washing dishes

with moon in my eyes

thanksgiving eve

thanksgiving day

cut short

by an osprey's dive

the day of a fish 

last butterfly

last butterfly

to be outlived

by a flower

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hawk

leaving no mark

a hawk's cry cuts

right through me

heron

a great heron lifts

spreading its complaint

across the marsh

i

turning about

neither here nor there

honeysuckle and i 

sunny side

morning blossom

how you always find

the sunny side

voice

i hear your voice

but forget your name

faraway river

frost

opening the door

silence walks with me

into frost

song

two bullfrogs

ripples of song disappear

in the reeds

lashed

autumn drought

a frenzy of cornstalks

wind lashed

kingdom

evening comes

waves of mountains roll

beyond my window

clinging

a day

when everything clings

cold wet moss

kiss

as if lovers the raven and the moon rising

karma

marsh light

not seeing the frog

until the fly

lonely

far from home

an owl's call sounds

so lonely

reflections

golden reflections

my shadow takes me

the long way home

old friends

old friends . . 

the kindly eyes

of twilight

life

as if a life

wasn't enough to give

wounded eagle

alone

a night alone

my heart a cage

full of winged things 

dusk

breaking bread

we listen to dusk fall

the old koi and I

voice

I knew you

by the colour of your voice

redbird

instead

writing a poem

the eagle, instead

in a pine tree

keyhole

needing no keyhole

the graveyard gate

bleeding rust

again

a startle of doves

the coyote, again

becomes a shadow

tangled

night tangled in the eye of an owl ice moon rising

stolen

quiet moments

a few blackbirds steal

a few of my only

cross

southern cross

the barest breeze plays

in the halyard 

earth

kneeling

wet earth in each breath

fall flowers