Sea lions barking

Sea lions barking

on the rocks below,

the sun paints the sea.

An old one, written last May (2011) while we were staying near Burns Creek, overlooking the Pacific in Big Sur.

Watching mist

Watching mist

ascend the hills, minutely

through binoculars.

Monterey Cypress

Monterey Cypress,

obscured by mist,

shadows on the ridge.

After the rain

After the rain

each blade of grass

jewelled.

Rainy day trio

Clear Ridge not so clear
today-

swallowed by gray rain.

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Morning glories bloom

in the pouring rain.

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Gray and rainy day

fades into

dark and rainy night.

The Vitriol Rose

The Vitriol Rose

smells twice as sweet

when trampled beneath

your dirty feet.

Another poem

Another poem

about the moon

narrowly avoided…

Ms. Pac-Man

Always on the run
through endless haunted mazes,
going nowhere fast.

Nothing in this world

Nothing in this world

but a few poems to show

I was ever here.

Cat in the window

Cat in the window,

tail curled below, upside down

question mark.

A spray of petals

A spray of petals
windblown and white
coming right at me!

I would take your pain

I would take your pain,

my love, and make it my own

if only I could.

- for Sarah -

40 mph

40 mph

through dappled sunlight –

driving Highway 1…

The night so still

The night so still,

the roar of the sea washes

over dark hills…

Woodpecker pecking

Woodpecker pecking

in a pine tree,

heard but not seen.

Approaching 50

Approaching 50
at a good pace - My Goddess!
45 today.

Beyond the window

Beyond the window,

distant lights

on dark hills.

Woke to rain

Woke to rain

pounding the roof, echo of

the pulse in my ears.

Five crows in the road

Five crows in the road

and another

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Blue skies and birdsong

Blue skies and birdsong,

an errant breeze plays

wind chimes…

A few lines from yesterday, today is wet and gray...