Expanse of blue--
rows and rows of garlic,
green and fragrant.
Showing posts with label sky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sky. Show all posts
Friday, July 19, 2019
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
More 8/5/14
Heavy clouds hang
in gray skies unmoving.
May the rain come!
in gray skies unmoving.
May the rain come!
8/20/14
Dreary skies shine gray.
Muggy air presses down, but a
brown dove soars up, up.
Muggy air presses down, but a
brown dove soars up, up.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
5/17/14
Yellow moon, lighting
dark sky. No birdsong until
morning sun appears.
dark sky. No birdsong until
morning sun appears.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Example
You are my braird:
new, leafy green reaching for
blue skies, full of hope.
new, leafy green reaching for
blue skies, full of hope.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Poppies in March
Yellow flowers closed
to a gray, threatening sky.
Roots drink; petals grow.
to a gray, threatening sky.
Roots drink; petals grow.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Written Yesterday
Small birds soar across
Morning’s Eastern orange glow,
promising blue skies.
Morning’s Eastern orange glow,
promising blue skies.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
A Few Haiku
Sun presses its face
against gray clouds-- afternoons
this May are so cold.
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Clouds of varied shades
of blue and white -- towering
puffs! They seem like God.
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Outlines of palm trees
warm gray in the Spring blue sky--
a white gull passes.
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Cheerful round finch hops
here and there, nestling in dirt,
flying up to sky.
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In my mouth the taste
is bitter. Searching my heart,
I found self-pity.
against gray clouds-- afternoons
this May are so cold.
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Clouds of varied shades
of blue and white -- towering
puffs! They seem like God.
----------
Outlines of palm trees
warm gray in the Spring blue sky--
a white gull passes.
----------
Cheerful round finch hops
here and there, nestling in dirt,
flying up to sky.
----------
In my mouth the taste
is bitter. Searching my heart,
I found self-pity.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Across grey skies is
written the tale of our times:
Machined Relief.
written the tale of our times:
Machined Relief.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
One of the Nicest Things I've Seen in Weeks
Deep blue waters, sky
of grey -- the crane's feathers shine
bright white against them.
of grey -- the crane's feathers shine
bright white against them.
Obviously Written Awhile Ago Since We've Not Had Blue Skies in Weeks
The blue sky, the swirl
of the moon, the green of the
hills -- Daytime Moonrise.
of the moon, the green of the
hills -- Daytime Moonrise.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
All Written in May
Behind my eyes, hot
tears readily prick, then run,
trailing lines of salt.
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Summer’s confusion:
Rosemary bushes reach for sun,
finding only sky.
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Especially for Ash
Awake or asleep,
cats express disdain too well—
or is it ennui?
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Peace eludes me.
My heart is too heavy for this
wintery summer.
tears readily prick, then run,
trailing lines of salt.
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Summer’s confusion:
Rosemary bushes reach for sun,
finding only sky.
----------------
Especially for Ash
Awake or asleep,
cats express disdain too well—
or is it ennui?
----------------
Peace eludes me.
My heart is too heavy for this
wintery summer.
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