Fire In the Sky

From his throne of molten gold
The twilight dragon rouses
To breathe white vapor.
Upon the countenance of conquerors
He gifts great ambition and grand dreams.

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Recovery

The sun between the blinds
Invites me to rise from my long sickbed
And the aches from yesterday
Do not ache so much today

Truce

What deity’s idle daydreams
Caused the rain and sun to form a rainbow?
If only two people with opposite dispositions
Could end strife as easily

Snow Thaw

An intense sun melts
The poise of winter, flitting
A black-throated blue warbler

Puzzle Pieces

I, who find the sunset beautiful
And you, who love the sunrise
Are two that were an almost perfect fit
Except that jagged edge of noncompliance
Which both intrigues and repels us
From one another

Apart

Your shadow fades with the sun
And the ground which it touched
Now cools with all the earth
Until all that is left
Is a memory

Memory

Lying on a bed of leaves
Your discarded crown of daisies
Wilts in the noonday sun
I scatter pieces of it into the stream
Where quicksilver carries them away
To unknown lands and unknown seas
Farther and faster than I could ever fly
Wondering if a memory could possibly reach you

Duel

The clouds gather overhead
To duel with the noon sun.
A clash, a skirmish
The fall of fox rain.

My Favorite Hour

The warmth of three o’clock
Is hot cocoa after the steam melts
Into a white-ghost wisp
Is the sun suspended on her swing, falling
Just below the apex
Is the lingering memory of a kiss
Embraced before it grays
Recalled on the last note —
The splendor of a serenade

Sunshine

The sun greets me like a lover
With a warm hand
And the soft assurance
That I am perfect in silence
In sickness and in health
It demands of me nothing but presence
And gives patience in return