Unmoved by the wind and rain that ravages
The aging face of the plains,
An isolated, rock mountain remains to salute
An endless parade of clouds.
i
Though imperfect mirrors,
The tiny ripples in quiet inlets
Electrify
The brilliant colors they reflect.
ii
Resilient ducks nestle
In the black-and-white world
Of walkways and streams
Chilled in snowy shrouds.
1
Flowers blooming out of season,
Determined children burst forth,
Bringing blues, reds, ambers, and greens
Into the grey world around them.
2
Through breaks in the clouds,
Rare sunshine reflects
Off the pristine snow,
Setting hillsides aglow.
3
In frenzied dances,
Explosions of rouged tulips pay
Homage to their god:
Sunlight.
4
Like an artist’s careful brushstrokes,
Poppies and coreopsis
Bead rolling green slopes
With liquid gold.
5
Water mists and sunlight
Bring every surface
Alive, as twinkling green eyes
Smile in their paradise.
6
Inside weathered walls
Homes wake up, as darkened windows
Emit warm ocher spirits
7
Swirling celebrations of glories past,
With ticker tape and waving masts.
8
In the striations of granite canyon walls,
Jimsonweeds thrive:
From their green leaves and white flowers, jump
Images of life.
But their poisonous, prickly fruit, threatens
Death.
9
With redwood columns and pine-needle windows,
Giant sequoias reach to the heavens
Like towering Gothic cathedrals ―
Shrines to nature’s wonders.
10
Between walls of stone
And weathered clapboard walls,
Stately oak trees surrender their golden petals
To meticulous homeowners.
11
Birch trees, black pools, and moss-covered rocks
Take on a surreal glow,
Suspended in an either of gold stars.
12
After meeting the challenge of snow-covered hills,
Young sledders find their way home as
Silent towns slip into night.
March 1988