Before the golden dawn,/ the light of early morning/ colors a soft blue sky,/ heavenly aquamarine./ Words or

Two mallards on our front porch surprised/ my wife this morning./ We’ve never seen ducks/ in our new

Others have their safety blankets,/ Childhood plushies, heirloom bracelets./ Random objects instilled

Golden dragonflies flit/ in the noon sun/ A tumbleweed tumbles/ in the tranquil surf/ of the deep-aqua bay

overhead the gulls/ don't care much it seems about/ what I’m doing here/ wind blows sand everywhere

Gray sky peers through/ the frost filmed window/ as he reaches for his glasses/ on the night stand/ and tumbles

I hear the ocean/ It calls to me/ Crashing waves/ Set me free// I feel the stillness/ In mountain peak/ Walking

Sweet summer breath/ The birds come by/ My open window// Pleased by beauty./ Then, evanescence-// How three

Ten years old on a breezy day/ in March of ’63, a boy climbing/ a long slant of lawn/ paused to scan the sky

The pink fills the street/ Suddenly/ On the right, in a row/ All the way/ Ending at home,/ The letters are out

 sat on a beach/ Looking out over the vast ocean/ Feeling small and alone/ I watched a single wave roll in

On a day fashioned by cold and mid-winter sun,/ The estuary unfolds like an esplanade in pale,/ Pleasing light

When you were young,/ friendships were like wild flowers,/ growing anywhere,/ everywhere,/ popping up

How lovely, to be the one who/ brings coffee,/ singing morning greetings/ into the village street each time

If the breeze could float two ways/ maybe once or twice in a while,/ which way would be right,/ and which

I am in my life’s winter/ where the cold eats my bones,/ melts my hopes/ and shuts the storm door/ with me

Every blade of grass depends on its tassel,/ which depends on breeze, that may depend/ on earth's dependence

the moon/ increases from/ just a nail clipping/ to a full fingerprint/ faster than a hand/ can snap.

Thy love drapes my heart in blinding warmth,/ cocooning me in lights of humorous days;/ listen closely, dear

In the middle of the night/ A cloud of stardust appears/ Outside my bedroom window./ Mysterious songbirds