Poem 738

Buoy bells…
how untroubled its ride
in the swell.

Poem 690

Afternoon play
the pencilled dolphins
she crayons red.

Poem 674

After
this mountain climb
content to stare to beyond.

Poem 658

Such grace in flight …
the eagle so fierce
on the rabbit’s young.

Poem 642

Old Labrador
still finding sniffles
around the park trees.

Poem 610

Melt-water fishing
the rainbows in the skins
of the trout.

Poem 594

Sand bar
the king tide
rises over itself.

Poem 578

Long drought
the river banks
meet at the centre.

Poem 562

Misting lake
at the cabin door
tea mug warms my hands.

Poem 546

Thunder passes
the willow weeps
into the river.