With lines in my head

Mornings

Surely I'm awake

Monday's just a state of mind

--A slap in the face.

Morning moon, don't blink--

That bloody, bruised sunrise brings

Dark violence from the west.

Last night's bright stars

Fell to my yard

First frost.

On Fall

That field of winter wheat

Newly green in January

Fall finds fallow.

Trees drop leaves like tears

A quiet sob of regret

First day of fall .

Drove to work this morning

In a seashell turned upside-down

A sky turned blue and opal pink

Yet not a sea in sight.

Windy this morning

And the moon clung to Venus

As if she could be blown away.

Just a Walk

Voices from a dark deck

Fountains splash in stormwater ponds

The heron doesn't care.

Halogen streetlight outlasts the orange sunset

Someone's dryer freshens the air

Evening in the suburbs.