Outside the abbey window/ facing south,/ near the furrowed path/ I've walked,/ the magnolia tree grows/ timeless

A song visits my dream/ A song with muted lips/ I hear its lyrics with my heart// A song with wings and no

an off-frost-white balloon/ on the first day above 80,/ whether bereft of helium/ and enslaved to the wind,/ or

Hourglass, the whirlpools on water./ Sun glitter/ for clover moths and yews. Their rising helices/ embrace a

The red ink/ in my red pen/ flows off/ into space./ I climb on its back/ dashing myself into/ the obscure/ wondering

The day ages backwards./ A sunless morning, then light/ Does its slow reveal/ Behind black marionettes/ Of

Dawn coats the birches in orange paint/ each morning now,/ while patches of dead grass/ next to old

Wild parrot/ escaping his home hill/ leaving flocks behind/ looking for his name./ Wild parrot/ poison green

Hawks have two wings/ on a dismal spring day./ In the evening,/ after winds stop begging/ at the door, a young

Before the golden dawn,/ the light of early morning/ colors a soft blue sky,/ heavenly aquamarine./ Words or

Two mallards on our front porch surprised/ my wife this morning./ We’ve never seen ducks/ in our new

Others have their safety blankets,/ Childhood plushies, heirloom bracelets./ Random objects instilled

Golden dragonflies flit/ in the noon sun/ A tumbleweed tumbles/ in the tranquil surf/ of the deep-aqua bay

overhead the gulls/ don't care much it seems about/ what I’m doing here/ wind blows sand everywhere

Gray sky peers through/ the frost filmed window/ as he reaches for his glasses/ on the night stand/ and tumbles

I hear the ocean/ It calls to me/ Crashing waves/ Set me free// I feel the stillness/ In mountain peak/ Walking

Sweet summer breath/ The birds come by/ My open window// Pleased by beauty./ Then, evanescence-// How three

Ten years old on a breezy day/ in March of ’63, a boy climbing/ a long slant of lawn/ paused to scan the sky

The pink fills the street/ Suddenly/ On the right, in a row/ All the way/ Ending at home,/ The letters are out

 sat on a beach/ Looking out over the vast ocean/ Feeling small and alone/ I watched a single wave roll in