
wet yellow leaves
stick to the sidewalk
after Autumn rain.

wet yellow leaves
stick to the sidewalk
after Autumn rain.

Spring rains stalk up
behind a bald mountain;
a brown flood flows.

massive hives
hang from high branches;
no bees in sight.

river reflections
tell a tale of still water.
They lie!

Summer afternoon:
light plays through the gates, like
glow from a shrine beyond.

walking a streambed:
ancient carving worn & cracked,
stands guard… for me?

two sailboats
tack toward collision,
then glide smoothly past.
A parachutist from Czech Republic
never ever did have too much luck.
He dodged a tall spire,
bounced off a high wire,
hit a wall and knocked loose some pub bricks.

at day’s end,
fishermen pass
on each boat’s way home.