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