Raindrops
Dripping silently from the flaccid branches
With leaves like dying embers
And a solitary crow gazing at the sky

’Twas noontide of summer,
  And midtime of night,
And stars, in their orbits,
  Shone pale, through the light
Of the brighter, cold moon.
  ’Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
  Her beam on the waves.

  I gazed awhile
  On her cold smile;
Too cold—too cold for me—
  There passed, as a shroud,
  A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
  Proud Evening Star,
  In thy glory afar
And dearer thy beam shall be;
  For joy to my heart
  Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
  And more I admire
  Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

Winter heat
A thousand hues
Incandescent crimson tree fingers
Reaching out in the afternoon sun

see through hardened panes
watching nature's ebb and flow
inside out snow globe

Bird’s songs at sunrise
Rain working down from perches
Gathering puddles

Behold the nature,
She's talking with you in sways,
Smiling in colors.

White melting dunes
Sprinkled with acorns and dust
Out and up grow gothic evergreens
Into the blue serenity above