full moon recall

salt sea foam
clams scurry
dig themselves
into sand
as the waves recede
we are young
i wrap
burgundy and cobalt
gauze scarf
about my torso
my nipples show
i reach out
to touch
your silken sandy curls
as cigarette smoke
sinuously rises
your voice rumbles
weakens my knees

Transition: July 25, 2016


Dark night,

sea seeps into sky.

I make footprints,

sand soft against my soles,

soft against my soul,

dipping my feet

at the ocean’s edge.


First light fills the sea.

Sable brushes

against sky.

Ebony ripples


by pale whitecaps.



the sea is monotonously calm.

One small wave

lands at my feet.


Clouds fall into horizon.

Sky grows lavender

and pale azure,

flaunts charcoal clouds.








stirring of orange glow.

By my right shoulder,

moon peers through clouds.


Sandpipers descend


wherever they spend the night.

Feast on

tiny shoreline organisms.

Nimbly avoid

the sweep of waves.

Race forward

and back

from water’s edge.

Skim across the sand

in a motley crew,

in a ballet of






Bach’s major chords.

Lemon, rose, violet commingle,


a path to the horizon.

Clouds consume rising mist.


West light expands.

Sun capers

in cloud mountain  peaks,

rises from the sea.


Indigo clouds stretch,

unveil coral cumulous,

so fluffy

I could eat them.


Cloud column rises from sea,

lays against green sky.

Thunder crashes,


Lightening cracks open sky.

Heat leaps from sand.





cocoons me.


North turquoise sky,

dusky blue ocean.


I turn south,

purple horizon,

salmon undercoat,

azure and lemon overlay.



every day.



Sonnet of the Frog

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Now comes the princess, fair and fine

Playing near pond fringed with grasses

Saying, “Watch this ball that is mine.”

I watch her as she passes.


The golden ball fallen in pond is my chance

It bounces, drops down muddy bottom stuck in the water

On my lily pad, I jump and do a waltz and dance

It is my own girl, I have waited for her.


“Come on back, come on back, take me with you.”

She hastens away, skirts flying behind, laughing in delight

I jump from the pond, leaping my green frog body fro and to

My princess when she hears me, exclaims in fright,


“Oh father, oh father, I know not this frog.”

I say, “My fair lady, you promised!” The king

proclaims sternly, “A promise is kept, even one from a bog.”

I ate from her plate, but she flung me away from her pillow. I went ping!


My request for the pillow denied

As princess and prince now we will abide.