Evening

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

a veil of clouds-
crickets and frogs
escort the moon

Radiance

the blankets askew-
you stand before the window
glowing in moonlight

together asea-
with eyes the sky
and hair the sun

Glow

sitting ‘neath the moon-
entranced by the graceful curve
of your bare shoulder

caramel skin-
silver moonlight
in your hair

Luna

full moon sunrise-
a thin spiderweb of clouds
spun across the sky

brightening skies-
the morning moon
greets the sun

Paint

the canvas of dusk-
low amber clouds dry brushed on
an indigo sky

afternoon clouds-
dappled hillsides
painted by the sun

Vino

collecting march rain-
a september burgundy
darkens my wine glass

morning dew-
barefoot beneath
the grape arbor

Spring

a patchwork of blue-
clouds thread their way through branches
awaiting new growth

a taste of green-
daffodils pierce
the quilted snow

Hiking

afternoon sunlight
casting long winter shadows
through the evergreens

woodland trails-
a scrim of ice
underfoot

Southwest

terra cotta bricks-
the desert sunset lights up
an old bell tower

adobe twilight-
the slowly cooling
desert sand

Morn

sunday morning snow-
the coals put to bed last night
gently coaxed to light

aimless snowflakes-
sunlight flashes
and disappears