Sea town from the bluff,
Early autumn snow flakes fly—
  .  .  .  Sailboats ply harbour.

Winter leaving, slips—
Forest draped in magenta sun,
Birches in painted clothes.

Garden speaks to me,
Simple tale— all in one day,
Flowers follow sun.

If I touch your face—
With lips, cool as cave water,
I am wishing well.

Loon, moans in distance,
Grey mountain smears the pale sky,
  .  .  .  Not even moon breaks.

Flowers burst in joy,
Confetti of Butterflies,
Petals in the sky.

Rolling hemp
Legalized
Sweet Jesus



Wheelchair bound
Brave heart
Deems respect



Grinding brown beans
Aroma wafts
Favorite mug



Burritos
Frijoles
Flatulence

Icicle grips above
Dew condensing down gently
Chrystaline tear drop



Hummingbirds swift wings
Relishing nectar in flight
A blink and it's gone



A breeze lifts it loose
The frond spirals to earth
Crunching underfoot



Spins her web tidy
Plus hour glass she's mighty
Steer clear this spidy

Dark cloud o'er the sun
You think you will protect me
But you just killed me

Like a tear so soft
Our love's time has come and gone
Drowning in the rain

Her eyes a tempest,
Cold words dropping like water,
  .  .  .  Shivering in rain.

Long years without her  .  .  .
Clouds lower than blue mountains,    
  .  .  .  Smothering cold sun.