ancient forest
filaments of sunlight
illume the dust

beyond sparrow song
the moon’s highlands and craters
shimmer like glass

a blackbird
amid clusters of snowdrops
pecking for food

blackbirds chatter
between thundery showers
dusk gathers

black mirror
in the evening sunshine
raven’s plumage

Neptune blue
the color of the sky
the sun left behind

the blue of her eyes
reflecting the blue of the ocean
between us

red coat and red hood
she carries a blackbird’s song
behind closed lips

crescent moon
wreathing the horizon
turquoise dusk

sun patches

Apollonian dawn
we discover dried tears
under our eyes

Valentine’s day
the chocolates I received
eaten by her

days of rain
seep into the underground
earthworms wriggle

delicate colors
petals infused with light
stained-glass crocus

in her eyes
a forgotten encounter’s

faint traces of a
shadow after sunless days
half-imagined warmth

gleaming fields
the rain shower left
its fragrance

floating weightlessly
I hear icebergs calving
clouds in the sky

flowerless scent
blossoming on the veranda
another lodger

in the foggy copse
across the railroad tracks
a young cat frolics

half-molten chocolates
I give them back to her
white day

in Heracleion
a colossus stands waiting
algae-covered stone

inching closer
during this gelid dawn
Venus and moon

a kite
above wind-swept meadows
feathery red

left uneaten on her plate
black day

magnetic light
tints her bismuth eyes
summer festival

a magpie
glides into the spring storm
halftone sky

moss clings to wet stone
deep in the mausoleum
a cat’s soft miaow

muddy light
the old pond quivers
under her gaze

yellow scent
a butterfly
remembers its name

on a northbound train
a sudden whiff of chlorine decays
into a memory of her

hothouse orchid
scattering lustrous photons
gusty snowfall

heavy snowfall
the pallor of your voice

parched throat
the July sun glistens
on her lips

yellow pins
on a map of Hudson Bay
unfound shores

a single praline
I recognize the handwriting
Valentine’s day

prismatic light
in a rain-soaked canopy
a sleepless sloth

reluctant eyes
she slips the grilled fish
into her mouth

milk-white shell
pale against her hand

spearmint green
the coldness of her eyes
as she sips her tea

dark strands of ocean
curl around a thin snail shell
the link in the void

sylvan cathedral
misty droplets of sunlight
trickle down

black thunderclouds
daffodils swaying in the wind
twice yellow

pale thunderhead
amidst endless azure
a sheer cliff

yellow light
streams from a train’s windows
midnight passes