
thunder rumbles —
gray clouds stretch overhead;
sun finds its way through.

thunder rumbles —
gray clouds stretch overhead;
sun finds its way through.

a dark cloud blocks
the Summer sunset,
but light won’t be pent.

at day’s end,
atop the mountain, clouds
look like snowy peaks.
The light of day's end
brings out the sandy
grit of the arid
landscape.
The light of day's end
matches & compounds
the color of the
desiccated vegetation.
The light of day's end
turns the world
into someplace new --
somewhere I've never
been before.
My body knows this is
nothing like Mars;
my mind does not.

late afternoon sun
penetrates the pavilion —-
causing napper’s turn.

Sun-sparkles on the lake’s far end
look icy cool beneath blue skies,
but Winter shivers, I suspend,
because late Spring is telling lies.

legs in leaf litter,
garden lanterns catch light
that pierces bare woods.