Lots of time to think...
Some day I'll go to Paris-
I can only wish.

72/2 #9
Officially Spring
Behind the chaos-Beauty
Without exception.

72/2 #10
Shore greets gentle swells.
But the storm accelerates-
Lightning set to strike.

We trusted the air,
Our handshakes, the hugs of friends-
Breathe. We will touch again.

Primordial soup
breeds maternal aptitude,
attitude. We're here.

March 1st. Seems like Spring.
But Winter sunsets still reign-
Flashing Purple Rain.

Vibrating sorrow
Played on gold and lilac keys-
Moonlight Sonata

Presuming it's Spring,
Pine trees release their golden dust-
Too much and too soon.

Sun breaches the hill
Illuminates woven trees-
I see you, Snow Moon.

Windows, walls, and curbs
An obscure path grabs my hand-
I take my first step.

Hiding my mistakes
No matter the layers laid,
The red sky peeks through.

Brushes in the sea
Anticipating day break-
Paint more, paint more, Sun.

When words hide in sage,
A red-winged blackbird flies by-
Nothing else matters.

Down by the pilings
Pulsing cinema on stage-
Moon jelly soiree

Gray fog bank recedes
Smoke and haze glaze the sky-
Rosy yellow blush.

Oh, I miss those days
Blue skies, radiant sunsets
Before I see the moon.

Past the horizon
Search for beauty in the muck-
Children laughing, please.

Ocean blue tableau
Devoured by golden yarrow-
Feast for rods and cones.

Yearly visitor
UV protection required-
Magic carpet ride.

Poppies and Lupin
California confetti-
April fiesta.

Thunder overhead
Trays of ice cubes pound the roof-
Summer...stay away!