on my tongue
I taste the bitter words--
potent medicine.

crouching tiger
hidden in the early morning fog
the fog lifts

newborn flurries fall
gently, on tired black coats.
first snow

early morning reality
disappears
in the foggy mirage

early morning
giving way to stifling day
the fog lifts

Ember Days

I feel the coolness
in the quiet harvest night
and offer thanks

pink and ubiquitous
the dry paint recoils from the walls
barely hanging on

loud summer thunder
the dog jumps up on my lap
the tension's broken

collapsing star
focused; centered energy
paths converge

the small house
time for letting go--
yellow kitchen

through my brain
crystalline sounds drift...
your music

I sit with the goose
who wears the green bandanna
I hold the knitted shawl

the jeweled colors dance
in the bright and airy room
new hope

We beg her--get help!
Horrified, she circles the
wagon of one.

in the cold
optimistic bird
singing loudly