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

exhausted and still
in the encroaching darkness--
reaching out to God

Moving towards the light,
I drive away from darkness--
rainbow in my rear view.

winter lullaby
warm laundry, soft music
sleeping animal

seven squirrels
culinary cramming--
first freeze

morning coffee--
liquid motivation,
barely tasted

early fall morning
dense fog hugs the ground
spirits walk