herringbone clouds
stairstep the skyscape
high aboVe us
a strenuous climb
but your loVe lifts me
gale force winds
may seVer a Vessel
from its dock
but ties that anchor us
are tight and eternal
in search of
affection a crow makes
courtship bows
to mate for life might I
behaVe in this way too
close encounter
we use all of our senses
21 strong
a wrinkled V-letter flock
honking on the horizon
a softness
to the murres' feathers
contrary
to this callous wind
that blows them about
this morning
the freshest air ever
to be breathed
goes in and out of me
rising breasts that follow
autumn nip
a heron hunkers
further down
inside the sea oats
are beadlets of dew
what use
for court poetry
today
if not to remind
us of what loVe was
3 treasures
found in one morning
sea breezes
a babyish sea gull
heads for maturity
haVing only
a handful of moments
alone with you
O nightbird your Visits
mean eVerything to me
your farewell
and drear exodus
have left me
alone with the scent
of wilted flowers
from this low tide
will you be that high tide
to rescue me
a strand of sea tangle
marooned upon the beach
benumbed by
chill-winds on an autumn beach
if only
there were a tropical shell
with echos to warm my ears
a green heron
appeared to be neckless
dramatically
an autumn awareness
in the flesh to me came
no question
that Verily this time
autumn came
the flushing of your cheeks
shows me it has happened
the day's tincture
nothing more than to gaze
at rose-red skies
until night brought with it
stars and a bluish moon
our lullaby
on a wind bell eVening
ruminations
of patterns in the sea
that circle a new moon
with each leap
neVerending rings
here and there
sea legs follow me
from dock to sidewalk
in a flat sea
the juxtaposition
of reflections
seals swim and seagulls glide
through underwater clouds
september sun
a green shag's metallic sheen
keeps me penning
of superior forces
that inhabit this planet
glistening
on a cormorant's wings
water beads
that with its ascension
back into the ocean fell
but one among
all seeds sown in the bed
of your garden
would I be that blossom
you are longing to pick
the ascent
of a lucky crane
in my dreams
at dawnlight rising
are you temptation
smoky red sun
morning rises oVer
an ocean full
of september crab pots
fire in a widow’s belly
port fog
obliterates the orb
of night
a déjà Vu of loVe
we made september last
a teary mist
clears cobwebs from my eyes
this solo morn
I allot alone time
to creatures of the sea
eVer changing
the tide is on the turn
of life and loVe
tunafish are running
and the crabs carry eggs
if eVer love
wanes I will but walk
in a woman’s
sorrowful sandals
back to my cloudland
enhancing
the flow of deep REM sleep
on this night
like a spawning salmon
into my dreams you leapt
one lost feather
its soft sounds of silence
on smooth water
till came hard falling rain
and roused the riVer churn