Sunday, November 29, 2015

witness

dark window
your silent witness
to my moonlit run





Saturday, November 28, 2015

what else

a hawk's cry . . 
what else could silence
an autumn morning 


Friday, November 27, 2015

pure

simple and pure
the flowering of
a butterfly's wish

Thursday, November 26, 2015

nowhere

rows
of
pine
emptiness
is
a
road
going
nowhere


Wednesday, November 25, 2015

quiet

where trees bloom
with egrets at dusk
the quiet sky


Tuesday, November 24, 2015

reconnect

at loose ends
a chain of wavelets
reconnects me


Monday, November 23, 2015

pause

evening grows cold
we pause with the moon
before heading home


Sunday, November 22, 2015

time

grey autumn day
knowing when it's time
in my bones


Saturday, November 21, 2015

polished

river rapids
sunlight slides down
the polished rocks 


fire

smoke on the wind
midnight's every breath
tastes of fire


Thursday, November 19, 2015

mirror

a hair's breadth 
from the girl in the mirror
autumn light


Wednesday, November 18, 2015

summit

reaching the summit
afternoon clouds take
a lone hiker


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

something

heavy with fog
a gang of crows quiets
something of a tree


Monday, November 16, 2015

no end

no end
to this empty road
but the moon waits there


Sunday, November 15, 2015

late

not quite late
my short cut through
a cloud of gnats


Saturday, November 14, 2015

smoky

sunlit valley
a river winks through
smoky mountains 


Friday, November 13, 2015

broken

broken wings
morning mist gathers
the quiet 



gate

coming downhill
the sound wind makes
opening a gate


Wednesday, November 11, 2015

earthy

in the way of fire
each sip of sunset
earthy and oaken 


dust

the need of wind
a dirt dauber's nest
returns to dust



Monday, November 9, 2015

wait

cloudy morning 
the quiet of frogs
waiting for rain 


Sunday, November 8, 2015

hush

the hush of my pen
just beyond midnight
the forest, too


Saturday, November 7, 2015

willow

unbroken sky
the barest breeze stirs
willow deep


worry

heatwave
sunlight worries
all the frayed edges


Friday, November 6, 2015

whiten

heading home
a blackbird whitens
an evening cloud


Wednesday, November 4, 2015

spirit

northerly winds
the spirit of a kite
flies free the oak


empty

autumn changes 
quietly dawn fills
the empty places


Monday, November 2, 2015

know

wind-sung water
removing my sandals
to know the words



stolen

stolen moments  
i allow myself
the sound of fallen leaves


Sunday, November 1, 2015

dawn

chinaberry tree
achatter with squirrels
november dawn