murky morning

haiku

 murky morning with

the valley fog huddling in

tints of greenish gray

sunshine after gray rain

sunshine this morning after gray

days of sudden, intense showers

how dependent we humans are

on that sparkle of warmth and light

for inner joy to give us hope

belief in self

(haiku)

white-speckled petunias

red petals drop cloth-looking

stand tall as if pink  

watercolor storm sky

a watercolor storm sky

of billowing clouds of grays

agonized purple and yellow

tortured by erupting orange

from angry, mottled blues

edging toward precipitating

their slivers of ice and shafts

of slashing rain when placating

winds shift their proximity

allowing sunshine to mediate

the argument to tete-a tetes of spring

pink-gold dawn

haiku

 pink-gold tinting grass

wrapping pigmented glory

of the very air

just before sunrise

haiku

frost-tipped dew whitens

marks grass, twig and leaf edges

clouds dull heavy gray

pink snow

tint of pink light over the snow

like a filmy negligee over bared shoulder as sunrise hints

at change from full moon’s eerie blue-silver cast

i chuckle to remember tiny granddaughter’s declaration

of “pink snow” many springs ago

as we walked among blossoming plum trees

serrate clouds

 serrated clouds

tinged at the edges between banks

of purple with searing white

as though recently severed

and now bloodless

jagged gap already closing

healing from whatever divisive

issue between heavenly beings

            would that man’s divisions

            might reconcile as quickly

pale sky, gem blue Pacific

pale sky, gem blue sea

wisped clouds, rippling with waves

reflecting, refracting light between both

hints of rainbows in crest mists

functioning as in the eons

without the interference of humans

turning livid

 burnished, bruised orange and gold

oozing between layered purple clouds

resting for breath on the eastern horizon

over minutes, climbing, seeping mauves

capturing bluing sky and gray clouds

infuriating them with scarlet

reach to the heavens, livid for needing

to bleed the sunrise into day

gray-blue greeting

gray-blue morning

misted deep sky obscuring stars

chill fingers outside the covers

signs of autumn not coming

            but here

and so it became

i love the story of children, delighted

by orange, pink, blue, purple wings

flurrying around them

parents called them ‘flutter bys’

the little ones, too excited to listen

closely, spied a yellow enchantment

and called out, ‘butter flies!’

and so it was

drizzle shower

gentle drops, arriving individually

one-by-one, welcome

dot-dot-dotting the windshield

until my car picked up speed

down our steep Ihrig Road

splats now, group onslaught

across the width of the window

warranting wipers turned on

at least on delay

Stringtown Road asphalt blackened

nursery plants perking

maple leaves less dusty

soil between vast rows richer brown

mama osprey straddling her chicks

in the nest to feed them

as though providing shelter

as well as sustenance

did the sun rise

today slipped into morning

without our golds and mauves

auburns and brilliant yellow-whites

strange to feel the daylight on my cheek

without having greeted the dawn

with due awe

kah’s birthday dawn

 glorious oranges, deep pinks

hovered over by purple clouds

today’s sunrise is the strongest

of the year thus far

and beyond my poor ability to paint

golden sol shouting happy birthday

without a word – only being

first of the year sunrise

 pale orange and muted gold

streak and tinge aqua morning

as purple-blue storm clouds

loom over eastern hills

and silhouetted Mt. Hood

october gratitude

 bright sunlight filtered

by autumn-tinted leaves

brilliant, exotic flashes

of unsung colors

quicken my pulse

awaken my need to give thanks

wet tinged

rain

not as in florida’s torrents, but gentle, welcome

the first time in months my lawn has been tinged

with green rather than straw brown

croaking of spring

unsung, it struggles early

to lift through soil, mulch of dead leaves

glistening frost to prick at winter

with slender green point

which pushes itself upright

unfolds as yellow, pink or purple-blue

crocus

showoff storm

showoff storm

watercolor sky

and seascape

changing in the hail

wind gusts causing gulls

to land like drunken sailors

and ruffling tail and wing

feathers as they huddle

on the beach

sudden torrents of rain

beating, roiling sand

beneath the surface

to muddy gold-brown

churning the water

into foam white and gray-green

purple-blue in the shadows

of black-purple-gray clouds