Man-made Rain

splashing like children
even the old woodpecker
man-made rain

Sea Tales

sit on the shore
one with the driftwood — listen
to the sea’s soft tales

she tastes in her sorrow
the salt spray of the sea
that swallowed her dreams

shattered by a rough wind
shards of moonlight ripple
across a dark sea

reaching across
the wide sea — the sun
highlights its path

who can believe
this river — a dried mud flat now
will rage come spring

walking hand in hand
the brilliance of first love
outshines the sunlit waves

deer roam through the trees
beside the waterfowl marsh
wisps of fog drifting

on the bank a dozen
riparian creatures sunbathe
as I spy

(Learned a new word last week, so I must use it.☺)

water striders dance
among the cloud reflections
ballet at the pond