new year wind . . .
a cloudfront unwinds
its forecast
seeming new
a path of milestones
through tombstones
tribute to john carley
wind dance —
a blackbird parts
from its song

new moon —
emptiness tugs
at me

autumn shadows —
my image slips behind
a thousand eyes

in silence
a rose darkens
the night

a black swan
stretches into the mist
silencing heaven

windswept dunes —
what lips pare mine
of words?

dusky sound . . .
my smile enters hers

cloudless day . . .
surface ripples terraform
a stream bed