darker

a dog howls

the river darker . . 

one last beer

blue

a stranger's dog

feeling the blue

of his eyes

possibility

orange blossoms

a cold mist carries

the possibility

bones

abandoned house

a windowsill heavy

with cactus bones

empty

winter

shoreline

seafoam

weeps

from

an

empty

shell

now

now or never

a luna moth takes flight

down river

throw

frozen sky

i throw my voice

at the moon

once

snow flurries

once there used to be

wild parakeets

wind

the way of wind

bringing us together

winter sparrow

too

after the moon

a fisherman, too

goes round the bend 

stretching

river fog

stretching to sunrise

the voices of ducks

center

at the center

of the coldest night

a flame

future

morning calm

murmuring the future

the pines are

nor'wester

nor'wester

i become

wind-shaped

seven

seven raindrops

the forest not quite

resurrected 

mockingbird

crack of dawn

whatever you say,

mockingbird

crow

after the rain

a crow becomes

a rainbow

again

where i've been

the spider mends her web

yet again

quietly

changing tides

a starfish waits

so quietly

watch

night watch

a stirring in the reeds 

excites me

first step

puddles of sky

a child's first step

in the clouds

sameness

different places

but still the sameness

of an old tree

pie

shadowless day

i taste the thought

of baking a pie 

yawn

dark winter night

i end my poem

with a yawn 

as if

as if i were

any old cat

angry squirrel

poem

as sung by wind written on water january's poem

rising

on the morning side

of the river's end

rising star

rain

the grey sound

of a boat's emptiness

cold dawn rain

flow

morning mist

hearing the river flow

through my fingertips 

earful

just west of dawn

an earful of geese

heading south