So Many Eyes [Haiku]

one butterfly:
with so many eyes
that cannot see.

Summer Reeds [Haiku]

late Summer: 
the last days before
reed heads fluff.

Orange Earth [Haiku]

fallen blossoms
carpet the ground,
mottled by sunlight.

Buds & Blossoms [Haiku]

buds & blossoms,
in vibrant red, gussy up
a dreary cityscape.

River’s Rise [Lyric Poem]

Stumps are underwater.
 The pebble beach is gone.
 Floating docks slant downstream
 as fast waters roll on. 

Detritus on pylons:
  a beaver dam of wood.
  Coffee brown waters flow
  where yesterday I stood.

Will the levees stand strong
  until the surge recedes?
  Will the flood wash away
  the willows and the reeds?

Willow, Won’t You? [Blank Verse]

When I see some willows -
 down by water's edge,
  drooping in the moonlight,
 or swaying in the breeze -

I think of Blackwood's tale
 of Danube canoers
  who land upon an isle
  to camp among the willows.

And will the willows that
 I see, mark wicked ground,
  and what will they become
 when darkness makes its stand?

It's such a pretty tree...
 now all but ruined for me,
  and that is story's power
 to sweeten or to sour.

For those interested in reading the referenced story:

The Willows by Algernon Blackwood — free at Project Gutenberg

The Desert Calls [Lyric Poem]

The desert called; its tone silent.
 It asked me out, and so I went.

One patch of dune looked like the rest;
 so, I couldn't tell which place was best

to burn just like a slice of bread
 stuck in the slot, 'mid burning threads:

those glowing wires, exuding heat
 that burn the head and burn the feet.

And so, I marched across the sands
 in search of more temperate lands,

but I never reached such a place
 and vanished there, without a trace.

Reclamation [Haiku]

a mined gouge
 in the hilly, green landscape:
  reclaimed by trees.

Proof of Life [Lyric Poem]

Something shakes the high grass,
   what it is I can't say.
 I see flowers tremble,
    near a part-line splay.

I hear dry stems rattle
   to some darting moves.
 But a creature's existence
   still remains unproved.

Maybe it's delirium,
   or a trick of the wind.
 I catch no flash of fur
    on which my claim to pin.

Even from the watchtower,
   my grounds are circumstantial.
 I can't give proof of life --
    at least not that's substantial.

Tree Unique [Haiku]

to human eyes,
the man-made stands out —
while trees seem the same