On a day fashioned by cold and mid-winter sun,/ The estuary unfolds like an esplanade in pale,/ Pleasing light

When you were young,/ friendships were like wild flowers,/ growing anywhere,/ everywhere,/ popping up

How lovely, to be the one who/ brings coffee,/ singing morning greetings/ into the village street each time

If the breeze could float two ways/ maybe once or twice in a while,/ which way would be right,/ and which

I am in my life’s winter/ where the cold eats my bones,/ melts my hopes/ and shuts the storm door/ with me

Every blade of grass depends on its tassel,/ which depends on breeze, that may depend/ on earth's dependence

the moon/ increases from/ just a nail clipping/ to a full fingerprint/ faster than a hand/ can snap.

Thy love drapes my heart in blinding warmth,/ cocooning me in lights of humorous days;/ listen closely, dear

In the middle of the night/ A cloud of stardust appears/ Outside my bedroom window./ Mysterious songbirds

Both embrace their space/ and bear no complaints./ The man is engrossed in/ creative observations;/ the

Like a grandpa's teeth/ Cannot bite the softest days/ Passing by daily

vibrant streaks/ of amorphous sky guide// soft-down feathers, eager/ open beaks stretching toward// light

The lamp is burning/ next to the window/ looking out, searching for/ the darkness of night./ Without it,/ it has

I put my emotions into golden dust/ just before the dawn/ send them into the air/ they land on the tops of trees

Flakes flit across a charcoal canvas/ smiling, tender and white/ gathering one by one/ they swirl, pirouette

In the thinness of the autumn air—/ no longer smothered in the denseness/ of summer’s humidity—we

Illuminated amid white sands,/ Revealed long after revered sorrows,/ Unforgotten love is unearthed;/ Souls’

Grief Spattered thump/ Joy covered thrum/ Pummeling through/ Claw and whisper/ A galloping heart/ Waits/ For

In the falling snow/ Perched on a green holly bush/ A small brown bird/ Finds a red berry

Moon rise—not blood red, not orange or purple/ but a silent sliding into the sky of blue among white pines