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winter's first rough squall |
strips fall's last brown leaves from boughs |
creaking in snow gusts12:46 PM Dec 7thfrom Syrinx
after the cold rain |
the crystal bay vanishes |
into a brown haze11:17 AM Nov 19thfrom Syrinx
old lies scatter like |
the brown broken leaves, waiting |
for a snow blanket9:27 PM Nov 16thfrom Syrinx
two hawks spiral up |
banking in the rising heat |
as the clouds scatter10:48 AM Oct 16thfrom Syrinx
the blustery rain |
tiles the road randomly |
with the leaves of fall11:16 AM Oct 14thfrom Syrinx
fog creeps over hills |
like relentless time into |
creaking, aging knees10:10 AM Sep 24thfrom Syrinx
the midnight fog flares |
distant lightning awakening |
summer thunder rolls9:16 AM Sep 13thfrom Syrinx
the vulture's shadow |
crosses the fire road as I |
breath hot dust of wheels9:38 AM Aug 30thfrom Syrinx
pod of cargo ships |
anchored, yet floating on dawn |
sky rising astern5:18 PM Aug 21stfrom Syrinx
in the fountain bowl |
ravens splash, a flapping dance|
while the cars circle3:52 PM Aug 7thfrom Syrinx
grey trunks drip slowly |
from light clouds of dark green leaves |
anchoring the grove9:45 AM Jul 31stfrom Syrinx
gnarled oak at noon |
hot sage wafts across cut fields |
feet kick dusty clouds11:45 AM Jul 29thfrom Syrinx
terns fishing, whitecaps |
sand piles against dry seaweed |
grass huddles on dunes2:28 PM Jul 20thfrom Syrinx
grey skies touch grey waters |
pelicans beat wings and rise |
gliding echelon8:51 AM Jul 8thfrom Syrinx
brown grass and slack air |
taste of dust and dark berries |
gentle shade, fierce sun8:49 AM Jun 28thfrom Syrinx
smell of concrete dust |
sun weathered face with hard hat |
and flag. all clear, go11:51 AM Jun 22ndfrom Syrinx
the last moon of spring |
sits round on the fat warm hills |
grass smell in still air9:39 AM Jun 8thfrom Syrinx
grey telephone poles |
staggering like drunken masts |
sail the street away4:38 PM May 31stfrom web
the marine layer |
drips from a single redwood |
green circle in brown4:06 PM May 28thfrom Syrinx
no cat feet for this |
fog, just a hammering west |
wind, swaying the trees9:05 AM May 25thfrom Syrinx