Dawn

lavender shadows-
flowers from a tuscan yard
in a patch of sun

cardinal songs-
a sun flower
turns its head

Awake

my rhododendrons-
robins erupt into song
just before the dawn

the sun rises-
heedless of the
whiskey and beer

Afternoon

a chorus of birds-
greening trees cast shade across
our secret meadow

slating sunlight-
motes of dust
defy gravity

Sunday

warm morning birdsong-
my love asleep next to me
aglow in the sun

robin song-
curtains sway in
the morning breeze

Evening

sleep winds through the trees-
a woodland lullaby of
peepers and croakers

a veil of clouds-
crickets and frogs
escort the moon

Fair

taunting the punters-
precariously balanced
just before the plunge

the village fete-
powdered sugar
dusts my shirt

Music

fingers cracked with age
settle on the well worn keys
of her piano

milky eyes-
memories of youth
and music

Solstice

in endless circles
the moon dances with the stars
through the solstice night

an absent sun-
sleet clatters off
the autumn leaves

Ice

woodsmoke in the air-
frozen rain falling on the
dry autumn leaves

coals set to bed-
the crackle of sleet
lingers in my ears

Translucent

grey evening clouds
gauzy and diaphanous
thinly veil the moon

a warm orange glow-
the harvest moon
buried in the clouds