The tip of the moon's
white fingernail wipes the sky
clear of dusty clouds.
Poetry
09/23/2013 #1
An uncertain moon,
pale and fading with age, peeks
through misty curtains.
09/20/2013 #1
Reflection on a
harvest moon, golden mirror
to the sleeping sun.
Moon Festival #2
dusk tucks a drowsy
world in leaving on its light
yellow companion
Moon Festival #1
Reverberations
lightly ringing on the Sound;
cymbal of the night.
09/11/2013 #3
Draped in golden veils,
Puget Sound dons her sequined
gown anew tonight.
Snowberry
Frosted globe hanging
on a rust-worn wire; will it
light the woods tonight?
08/21/2013
White light stained with gray,
pocked by ancient rocks; mirror
to the nearest star.
08/16/2013 #3
Pacific clouds cast
blue shadows across the sky.
The sun shuts tired eyes.
08/16/2013 #2
Earth's shadow slips across the
surface of the lake. A termite flies
by, wings ablaze in the last
light of the falling sun. Creeping colors
twist and shift, a natural kaleidoscope of
snow and flame on the cloud patched sky
and long blanket of water. No wind stirs
to wake the waves, my only sight the
quiet rite of nature tucking in the day.
Morning Ferry
Stars in strict array
layer on layer, sparkle;
a city at bay.