in bright sun

old creosote sparkles

on the pilings

barnacle numbers

are multiplying

 

in the port

a month of august fog

ongoing

our fling to last this long

is surely something more

 

a word picture

in brackish waters

simply written

eelgrasses curling

around an egret

 

leaVe me not

with a silent moon

play me like

musical strings plucked

of nimble fingers

 

there shines your light

in ambient darkness

neVer before

haVe I felt so knowing

to the ways of a moth

 

what luck it was

to turn a graceful neck

and stare at me

the crane ere taking flight

on iVory-feathered wings

 

oh falling star

how fortunate tonight

you pinpoint me

in this whole uniVerse

full of other people

 

I walked alone

along the Viewing path

until such time

blossom abreast blossom

off cherry branches fell

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at an early

hour of morningtide

waVe clouds billow

and I am in awe

all oVer again

 

at loVe’s crossroads

unsure which way to go

I chose the path

with red-eyed Vireos

that singest of rapture

 

tinsel-like

sunlit seagrass dangles

under the pier

this holiday feeling

with a midsummer flair

 

of this date

on an outgoing tide

you are gone

I suffer the pathos

known to melancholy

 

picturesque clouds  

lit by the pale light of 

an ecru moon

and crossing it a great

heron's blue-hued wingspan

 

actions that speak

rise aboVe the curdle

of loneliness

it's this we must address

haVe we but time enough

 

haVe I no choice

saddened by your absence

but to break down

like offshore algal blooms

that bring spume to the shore

 

the hush

of a lone cormorant

fishing

the pleasure boat’s wake

churns a placid riVer

 

majestic skies

a  fragrance of fine wine

in crush season

the harVest yielding

to bare feet sweet juices

 

into twilight

seagulls kept to the dock

as oft they do

until the final throes

of a dying windstorm

 

mesmerized

by summer’s nonstop

sea sparkles

from sunlight by day

to starshine by night

 

far from home

recalling the sure scent

of saltwater

takes me back to the sea

ad infinitum and ...

 

after the dunes

our shoes are eco-rich

with memories

we pour into an old

apothecary bottle

 

in a conch shell

held against my good ear

sounds of the sea

while negatiVe noises

I’Ve chosen to ignore

 

shining through

lace curtains a pineapple

pattern moon

the clack of crochet needles

and late night teleVision

 

eVening of loVe

and the goddess Venus

blazes brightly

to the left of the orb

of a waning moon

 

what ocean wind

does to july clouds

you do for me

transporting my core

to a world beyond...

 

solo at dawn

is there cause for despair

in your absence

O that I might know of

the nightingale’s return

 

at blue tide

by-the-wind sailors

give me pause

I fast-walk for fitness

but slow down for the soul

 

back to back

a night's continuum

of snowstorms

but come the dawn we face

each other once again

 

O to summate

my inspirations

on the riVer

one mother goose leads

six downy goslings

 

the seaport 

socked in by ashy fog

morning bliss

a column of incense

rises into scent

 

to speak of

treasures that are free

ocean wind

blows clouds into stripes

and cotton ball shapes

 

painted lady

I'll neVer cease to loVe

nor forget

the way that you sip

nectar from a thistle

 

fireworks

enter the galaxy

july 4th

and after they finish

the beauty of starburst

 

two egrets

skimming the riVer

neck in neck

were we also close

would a blessing be

 

sun and sea

a natural state

of being

but an observer

brings me to these words

 

phenomenal

colors of a rainbow

haloed the moon

at long last was loVe too

not a partial circle

 

if like currents

that in the sea run deep

we are always

 no chain of eVents

can eVer belay us

 

in full sun

‘twas serendipity

and brisk wind

that made glitzy ripples

across the riVer sweep

 

of moonless nights

now spent apart but once

upon a time

together we beheld

jellyfish aglow

 

 

a twilit pier

all is quiet saVe

the feathers of

parenting pigeons

who warn don’t come near

 

summer sun

an outgoing tide

rushes past

all that’s motionless

glistens algae green

 

as comely

as the flush on soft cheeks

pink twilight

through a flamingo’s legs

another flamingo

 

on the island

warm tropical breezes

blow in my ear

thus hereafter shall I

long for this sensation

 

are you lost

it’s been two seasons now

come and gone

hurry dear before snow

closes the mountain pass

 

gusty wind

an ocean mist wet

our t-shirts  

and a first embrace

tightened eVen more

 

time and time

again am I drawn  

to your warmth

a migrating bird

in unwearied flight

 

loVers are we

by a wide riVer

separated

on opposite banks

longing for a boat

 

unbearable

how our time has ended

all too quickly

day moVes into the night

I must spend without you

 

if there were only
some way to capture the fog
in a fancy jar
and leaVe it on your doorstep 
as a token of my loVe

 

dandelions

and the euphoria

of summertime

supple lips blow a wish

expressly meant for you

 

it would be I

in answer to who will

remember you

each time a blowy mist 

 unVeils the turquoise sea

 

between rocks

under the boardwalk

sea lichen

side by side abloom

loVe takes a close look

 

lonely a wait

until summer sun drops

into the night

    there’s no moon that rises     

eVer for me without you

 

time well spent

my nocturnal seabird

for come dawn

did these fingers caress

the computer keyboard

 

high aboVe

a line of geese fly south

catching up

they come into their V

far on the horizon

 

  dawnlight silence 

as this is the season

of nightly rain

   arouse me loVe before   

it ceases from falling

 

feelings of loVe

as endless as the sea

on a clear day

you neVer leaVe my sight

nor in the fog my thoughts

 

of lost loVe

how well do I know it

once blossomed

in a fleeting moment

you plucked the only rose

 

summertime

of cloud castles we built

don’t let’s wait

for perchance a wind gust

could blow our dreams away

 

incoming

a wedge of great egrets

assemble

along the riVerbank

it's a good day indeed

 

eVen though

we awoke to sea

fog at dawn

with the rise of sun

it’s a june feeling day

 

reflections

ongoing under

the old pier

sun and salt water

make its rafters flicker

 

an oak leaf

in the stream has fallen

and now you’Ve gone

nothing from this point on

will eVer soothe my sorrow

 

O soulmate

do I muse upon you

of tender thoughts

soft as a summer cloud

ten thousand times oVer