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Ray Aug 22
In the still churchyard,
a blood-red blossom—
April morning.
Bee
Ray Aug 13
Bee
Brown bee walking
    across a crowded sidewalk—
        I would use my wings.
Ray Aug 13
Blackbird couple--
    shopping under the rose bushes
        and sun-broken clouds.
Ray Aug 9
blinding white blossoms
too bright for the mid-day sun
save for a new moon
Ray Aug 21
Cactus flower thorn
divides a falling raindrop
in two.
Ray 2h
beyond my window
behind a city on black hills
the moon rises
above the disappointed
flicker of solitary lights
Ray Aug 9
some gray clouds some white
some are higher than others
some have no idea
Ray Aug 9
from high in the trees
crows are screaming their secrets
keeping off the grass
Ray Aug 9
Eagle circling wide,
winding smaller toward the sun
and milky blue clouds.
Ray Aug 9
Now open to rain,
fire took the back of his home—
someone hammering.
Ray Aug 13
First white butterfly—
    are you looking forward
        to summer?
Ray 2h
graffiti
on the freshly painted
wall
as cars go by
and traffic lights change
Ray Aug 13
Record heat in a busy neighborhood…

Shimmering sun
    crowding the white sidewalk
        with emptiness.
Ray 2h
a butterfly
dancing along the hedge
in the morning
has no concern for
what the night may bring
Ray 2h
tongue hanging out
he runs around in circles
grinning
old Jack the Dog
after answering the call
Ray Aug 1
rainy day
no one in the park
except a jaybird
hopping around a bush
happy to be himself
Ray 3h
late summer sun
yellow crab apples ripening—
deer candy!
Ray Aug 9
Leaves just turning—
streaks of sun part somber clouds,
warm against sharp wind.
Ray Aug 9
new flowers
of a color never seen
hinting tiny bells
ringing in the brilliant sun
chasing away the clouds
Oak
Ray Aug 13
Oak
Garland of green leaves,
    wearing a sash of ivy--
        Oak, crowned prince of trees.
Ray Aug 22
Tall, top-heavy pine
displays its fine head to the clouds—
they pay no attention.
Ray Aug 1
tiny pine cones
scattered beneath branches
pockets full of trees
Ray Aug 13
A small pond forms
    from the tiny patting hands
        of the spring raindrops.
Ray Aug 23
When I was a boy,
I lived near wilderness,

and on cold, bittersweet,
windy-sky days
I sometimes ventured out by myself

to sit
and feel
and smell
the crisp wind,

and I could feel myself

in the trees,
in the sharp,
rotted-quartz rocks

and the red clay earth.
Ray Aug 13
Sugar sprinkled
    across a licorice sky—
        the stars!
Ray Aug 13
Hot, skin-kneed summer--
blue violets in welcome shade;
white sun raining down
mightily on fresh cow ****
and the green, new-mown hay.
Ray Aug 9
a surprise cloudburst
in shoes not made for raindrops
Kurosawa rain
Ray 5d
A musty feel for the ancient
Took possession of this child
     of Virginia,
Where every field of play
Was a field of ghosts from
     the dying battles’
Dripping carts, dripping air,
     dripping red earth,
And the dripping sun’s slant
     in Fall.
Ray Aug 14
the clouds tonight
once white, floating in blue skies
reappear
in the dark, in the light
from a waning moon
Ray Aug 11
rising late
the moon wanes gibbous
outdoing itself tonight

pretending to be full on the inside
it glows burnt umber round the edges

deflated, ghostly soft
eerily misshapen

the sky around it misty
like the air surrounding streetlights
on a summer evening

it shines on us who were here before
it shines on us coming later

it looks down on us now
as though it had some kind of authority
Ray Aug 9
first shy wildflowers
peeking out from the grass
glad bashful children
Ray Aug 9
Gusty wind
carrying the scent of the sea
far from the ocean.
Ray Aug 13
Through my window,
    no moon over Mt. Tabor—
        swoosh of passing cars.
Ray Aug 23
where once was singing
a fallen wren’s nest baking
on sunny blacktop

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