spring moon

the moon turns and
follows me
across the field where new life
barely breaks the surface
over the hill
through the tag alders and
back to the pond,
white light doubled
rippling
beckoning

salamander statues

salamanders slip through small
holes in the wall
suction cup toes hold them
in place
still as statues
only tails
twitch

almost spring

grit in the treads of my shoes
last years leaves in a confused rush
on their way to some important place
breeze in my hair
warm sun on my face
spring is finally near

missing you

missing you and
your silence
hanging around
the house
occasional punctuations
from Gilligan's Island
your smile
your kiss
your presence

screen dreams

visions flicker across the screen
other people's dreams come to life
someday mine too
will be seen

the ant

the ant is busy
on the hill of
spilled sugar and
I am busy at my keyboard
trying to collect
my thoughts

Spring Breeze

Blue yellow and white merge
the sky rises above us
billowing
rattling last years oak leaves
mixing them with
the smell of spring
and promise

I take your hand and
we move
forward