at first light

a busker on the corner

of my dreams…

with each burst of bird song

one silver coin in her hat

RIBBONS  Volume 7, no 1, Spring 2011

~

just passing

you place no flowers

only a kiss

from lips to fingers

to the face of a stone

RIBBONS Volume 7, no 1, Spring 2011

~

seeing with my hands…

I follow the silk-smooth grain

of the years

what is water bloom

to my fingertips?

~

sultry blue

the hum of words

in the reeds

on the wings of swallows

a poet’s dreams

~

Monet fills

the canvas of my day…

laburnum

in full bloom,

these eyes blurred with tears

~

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the stillness paints

a lapwing ~

nothing stirs

but its crest

~

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