Poem Category: All

the dawn moves
in long shadows
my shadow

ripe boysenberries
behind the leaves
a long reach

gentle
between clouds
migrant geese

dawn opens
my split dreams
with bird songs

moon on the snow
the scent a fox brings
to the breeze

stars on the lake
a summer galaxy
the swans push aside

sun on my back
a reflected
puddle’s rose

in a fire
apart from the future
everything is lost

in the high country
a feather worked loose
of an eagle’s dive

still out of sight
the rising voice
of a waterfall