I touch the water
and send ripples
into the pink sky
Sunset In The River
The Commonplace Sublime
late November light
delivers the touch
of grace
Reconsidering The Moon
days ago so near
in my memory
I can still touch her
Touched
during the golden hour
divinity
caresses the landscape
The Awakening Day
gentle as
a mother’s kiss
the touch of dawn
Between And Beside
amidst the prickly places
filaments of tenderness
keep calling for touch
Clouds On A Tree
they gathered on the bark
the cosmos
could be touched
Climb A Tree
cross the lake
scale the mountain
touch the sky
The Color Purple
a touch
of sun and
color blooms
Caress
finger of snow
tracing every
branch and leaf
The Power Of Love
tender hearts
reach to warm
the cold, hard granite
How Day Breaks
God’s finger
a single ray of light
the touch of the divine
Touch
night’s cold breath
caresses the branches
her touch released by the sun
Yet
a memory of last summer’s sun
the winter field not yet touched
by the greens of spring