jewel-green water
swirling and slapping
and surrounding
the still faithful blink
of an old lighthouse
wind at sea
imagine yourself
on this cliff
a promise that once
was made now is kept
morning blush
an autumnal tilt
come to light
a broad sunbeam slants
across the riVer
the deeps
of my soul are colored
ocean blue
a daytime moon afloat
alone in rough waters
descending leaVes
stripes on the wooly bear
a loVe letter
but three of many signs
that soon you will be home
before us
neVer did I know what
felt so good
when first your lips found mine
fireflies lit the Vineyard
loVe anew
in all its profoundness
two-sided
along the riVerbanks
copses of birch catkins
foul weather
predicted for the port
gale force wind
even the seagulls chose
to sit this one out
I saw and heard
a fondler of mountains
loud bugling
as rooseVelt antlers
came into the Valley
all the geese
now too haVe flown away
since you left
the hush of noVember
marks my melancholy
rainy at sea
deep down in the throat
a saltish taste
yet my treadmill of choice
dock walking past the gulls
toes pointed
and legs together
when in flight
my ballerina
you are an egret
algae blooms
their sea froth bubbles forth
with the tides
you come to me in sheets
and squalls of autumn rain
down the cheeks
a poignant sensation
chill wind tears
mix with those already
shed oVer our parting
autumn rains
and waterfalls you
sing to me
a loVer's opera
of romantic sounds
just to haVe
a cat on the lap
soft and sweet
in my life purring
makes a difference
loVing
the fresh sea air
with you
seals swim in pairs
the gift to be...
the sun so
bright it blinds my eyes
no one else
do I see but you
will I loVe but you
married
for forty nine years
today
cause to celebrate
a rose in the sea
because of rain
through picture window glass
all is rippled
loVe's path often times too
zigs and zags like rickrack
a benchmark
in the sea blue sky
skeins of geese
migrate october
through to noVember
hear you smell you
see you touch you taste
and adore you
O mid-october rain
you pour into my soul
cherry trees
the bliss yet anguish
of first loVe
budding to dying
too short a season
blue heron
an image of greatness
in its eyes
a deep sea reflection
striding coastal waters
pendent beneath
the jellyfish cloud shapes
a full daymoon
this scene painted in words
but for Visionaries
sea fog
yet neVer is there
a day
that the sun doesn't
rise to its zenith
whicheVer
the past the present
the future
let reVerence preVail
for loVe and nature
mid-october
the harder my journey
coming to you
up from a wet Valley
unto sloping mountains
two cranes
were there but a third
bestowed
upon us our child
that came out of loVe
nightly stroll
a boneyard abloom
with flowers
open to the moon
glowing in its light
still packed away
in an old steamer trunk
forgotten words
scribbled on scratch paper
napkins and paper plates
phosphate scum
pollutes the port harbor
this morning
a seal pup renews my hope
good triumphs over eVil