you, my sunshine
lain with an autumn cloud
too many days
it's time now to break free
for I'm a jealous loVer
just as leaVes
that flutter of a breeze
in my heart
this distinctive feeling
I haVe only for you
if the sun
and moon neVer rose nor
set again
compared to losing you
less sorrow would I know
slushy sand
seaweed pods half-buried
by the sea
pulling back from its shore
waVes trickle through my toes
in migration
be sure and signal me
on arriVal
I’ll moVe up to lead goose
toward you coming home
back to back storms
I blink away cold rain
that separates
the two of us at odds
and long for cloudless days
will there be
anymore to you
than soft rain
I am want to feel
the sky open up
as tears welled up
in my eyes the rain too
began falling
on soldier’s names chiseled
into graVeside granite
restless sleep
it left my dreams of us
unfinished
how could I not cry out
leaVe me be morning light!
near noVember
soupy fog hiding both
left and right banks
but an indian sunrise
brought forth the riVer’s course
night music
nobody knows about
our secret
only the mockingbirds
sing of what we whisper
indian summer
sun is penetrating
dragonfly wings
as transparent as our
relationship must be
liVing up
to a familiar name
windflower
you are the swallowtail
that sways upon its stem
liquid with stars
an october ocean
oscillating
a milky way of waVes
washes across the sky
brandt’s cormorants
soar high aboVe the sea
a hundredfold
by dusklight my desire
for you is on the rise
while apart
will we surViVe our
ceaseless grief
languishing day and night
like leaVes without a breeze
on landing
swallowtail wings touch
together
let there be no space
between us eVer
polar wind
in mid-air the pause
of my pen
waiting for warm words
that will bring you back
sea caVern
beyond its yawning mouth
the unknown
shelter from rainsqualls drew
us into catacombs
of chill nights
and indian summer
afternoons
together at our end
such is bittersweetness
my soul’s muse
this october morning
has crept in
I think now of nothing
more beyond the sea fog
not yet is this
a coat day although
it's october
for through cloud coVer
warm sun still migrates
the good old days
when life was still easy
to contemplate
and cross-legged we sat
in a field of cloVer
what will work
to clear my mind full
of cobwebs
when the spider spins
so prolifically
fraught were we
with passing thoughts
between us
too young for loVe
too old for friendship
sweet-nothings
whispered in my ear
all it took
to make the moon rise
this summer eVening
sentience
stirring deep inside me
must you leaVe
this early in autumn
birds begin to gather
mother earth
bounces and bounces
with hailstones
while koi pond hoopla
is on the increase
mistakenly
I waVed away a blue
damselfly
and its darting moment
left me in want for more
autumn port
a heaVy fog curtain
fell early
but by the sun it rose
with theatrical pomp