the falls
echoing our names
our names
for centuries it carVed
this deep deep canyon
religiously
we watched the autumn sky
migrate with geese
until an errant cloud
obscured our line of sight
without fail
eVery spring I think about
losing you
my tears are the rain falling
into a calla lily
the icicles
an occasional drip
closer to spring
my emotions run high
with anticipation
morning frost
slowly melting away
after all
we argued and argued
about triVial things
moonlit flakes
falling on pink ears
for tonight
'tis the season of
snow and jackrabbits
on the eVe
of your estrangement
a mental note
how sad the big dipper
without the little dipper
on the riVer
this tom sawyer kind
of afternoon
a book an apple
to keep me in the mood
butterflies
Visting a wild
mustard bush
the flutter of wings
dusted with pollen
melancholic
the antellope herd gone
fom our Valley
reaching into the past
is sometimes a long way down
at bedtime
hard rain I waited for
that neVer fell
until we came together
in the right time and place
paper-thin
wings of a canadian
soldier
you were the one of many
that neVer made it home
black squirrel
autumn scurries up
the tree trunk
only to come back down
for yet another nut
dandelion
half left on the stalk
half in the air
for the sake of our secret
must we too separate
an iVy-green
moon on a brick wall
meet me here
at the college library
in our romance section
a noisy beach
we enjoy moments
of solitude
underneath the surf
it's our priVate place
a woman's
garden gate rusty
to the touch
warmed by summer sun
and a bird of passage
in march mizzle
two critters hole up
underneath
the hustle and bustle
of our city life
twilit rocks
a darkling beetle
in a creVice
night falls and morning rises
and eVerthing starts oVer
morning breadcrumbs
on the path wax soggy
after breakfast
we fall asleep to sounds
of rain on the skylight
grandfather
winter fog at his temples
settles in
to a place in the graVeyard
where today he's meant to be
a cat spider
in glistening sun spins
its comely web
of intricate design
giVen to a genteel wind
steel mill town
still it has a soft side
eVery year
the atmosphere changes
at cherry blossom time
canVas sails
in a maritime breeze
at open market
we make eye contact
both squeezing the kiwi
dead leaf stalk
but inside the cocoon
animation
and this likelihood
of a new life to come
after you
will I eVer loVe again
what madness
a cuckoo bird's sweet song
beyond your garden wall
alone now
watching a lifetime
of snowflakes
old friends and loVers
all fallen from grace
a mugginess
to the summertime air
like moist lips
inViting me in eVen
though you are sleeping
shining its way
through a leafy bough
the north star
eVen with no others
it's enough to find your way
funeral parlor
how many times I threatened
to abandon you
neVer thinking you might
not be indestructible
listening to rain
now that you'Ve left me
in bitter silence
why is it that without loVe
all sounds are unbearable
october crispness
mountain bluejays are back home
Visiting the pines
as if each cone of each tree
is another long lost friend