Distance
under summer stars-
in the fading moonlight she
could almost be you
–
iron skies-
across the piazza
you become the crowd
under summer stars-
in the fading moonlight she
could almost be you
–
iron skies-
across the piazza
you become the crowd
soaring red-tailed hawks-
below veiled skies verdant trees
emerge from the mist
–
between the clouds
and the cut grass-
a wounded crow
shadows of small flags-
with a bouquet of flowers
she runs to your grave
–
mourning doves-
the young man
on the mantle
my rhododendrons-
robins erupt into song
just before the dawn
–
the sun rises-
heedless of the
whiskey and beer
grime covered windows-
watching the rain absently
stirring black coffee
–
street lights-
shadows of rain
on my paper napkin
a chorus of birds-
greening trees cast shade across
our secret meadow
–
slating sunlight-
motes of dust
defy gravity
the low eastern sun
resplendent in green and gold
dances with the moon
–
wind chimes-
Sol and Luna
pas de deux
dripping maple leaves-
raucous jays chase each other
through the sun shower
–
sunlit paving stones-
light rain ripples
transient puddles
warm morning birdsong-
my love asleep next to me
aglow in the sun
–
robin song-
curtains sway in
the morning breeze
under a clear sky-
if only this cloud of gnats
would leave me in peace
–
venus rising-
our picnic blanket
wet with dew