Night Tide

waves of clouds
crashed
on the shore of time

Mountain Shore

waves of time
mountain backs rise
then disperse into mist

Stars In The River

galaxies
wash up
on the shore

In Deference To Illumination

touched by light
so turned to gold
alchemy of cold

Awash in Colors

orange waves break
on the garden’s shore
the azalea is in bloom

Telling Time

river silt
the tide’s clock
chimes in ripples

Reach

winter’s long shadow
reaches for
the shore of spring

Time’s Bridge

the center reaches
for the shore
shadows seek the light

Voyage

a melt, the freeze, then awe
an ocean to cross
to reach the shores of spring