Nightwings

on reticent wings
under cover of darkness-
silently hunting

liquid moon-
a stream of bats
flows through the night sky

Warmth

late afternoon sun
shadows of rhododendrons
dance upon my wall

woolen socks-
warm feet on
the windowsill

Snow

a sheltered hollow-
in the footsteps of winter
the last melting snow

mid april-
morning grass
crusted with snow

Senses

opening the blinds-
the white light of a full moon
caresses your skin

pounding surf-
the taste of salt
on your lips