
windless dance
in Dawn Redwood’s shadow
a butterfly

windless dance
in Dawn Redwood’s shadow
a butterfly

half way up
half way down
the stairs

crashing wave -boom!
soaked in
a light mist

after the photoshoot
I take
another photo

winds ebb
blanketing the mountain tops
flowers unfold

razor sharp edge-
shadow spray roars
moonlight mist

presumably caught!
sifting through my hands
dandelion dew

ah!
the fragrance
a passing cloud

wafting conversations
slipping across the crosswalk
honk honk

soaking splash!

drips on a rain chain -stir

a flute’s melody

We three turn and look…
Who’s the one behind the fence?
I stare and wonder
1.0

Once frothy white noise
today cracking dry whitecaps
drifting clouds no rain
2.0


Fading green patches
dry grasses stretch across fields
not yet summertime
3.0

Shaped by the water,
grounded and smoothed, dry river
under my bare feet
1.
When he took me, the two-track was hardly visible. The grass was bending over the hood, as high as the windows of the Rambler. The shore was a rich dark brown scattered with white stones.
When I took her, the grasses were short and faded covered in dust from the gravel road. On our walk down the trail 1 collect discarded bottles, cans, wrappers, and bait containers, putting them a the bag that once held our sandwiches. The shore is ground to a fine dust.
Quiet.
“Pop,” the opening of a can echoes, loud voices follow.
She turns and says, “It’s okay Pops.”

Glassy lake surface
Splash! fish clutched-Osprey talons
Glassy lake surface
2.

3.

Waking from a daze
dreamt I was a soaring bird
as I fly away