old year new year
placing an unopened note
in the flaming hearth

through morning mist
the arrival of spring

trilling wood
where in the tangle lives
the songster

spring breeze
my spirit soars
with the kite

a beach house
empties into summer

ancient love song…
how the orchid opens its throat
to receive the bee

summer’s end
next year’s blossom
in the daylily root

Autumn loneliness…
over the dunes spent blossom
scatter in the wind

cracked buckeye husk
my palm open
to the sun

wrinkled figs
these hands that have plucked
so much fruit

crystal moon
the sound of ice

lunar eclipse
I ease into the darkness

winter morning
luminous above the canyon
fog floats toward solstice





with a bright bang
sunrise cracks open
the morning

chippering birds
fall silent…
this rising heat

brilliant sky—
distant hills
a deeper blue

high summer tips
toward Autumn

spreading oak
we sip cold soup
in the shade

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