California drought—
 
we search the sky for rainbows,
 
but see only smoke.

 
 
 

A hole in the sky—
 
wasn’t the great horned owl there
 
a moment ago?

 
 
 

Deep in thought I walk
 
round and round the labyrinth,
 
ignoring the sky.

 
 
 

In the clear blue sky
 
a hawk circles lazily,
 
riding the updrafts.

 
 
 

A bright winter sky
 
suddenly fills with blackbirds,
 
blotting out the sun.

 
 
 

Sunday morning bliss:
 
blue sky, red flowers, coffee
 
in my chipped white cup

Kite

 
 
 

A red silken kite
 
chases a frightened sparrow
 
through the clear blue sky.

Sky

 
 

Deepening autumn—
 
the sky fills with cirrus clouds
 
and long skeins of geese.

New Moon

 
 
 

one Roman candle
 
setting the whole sky ablaze—
 
summer’s first new moon

Ship

 
 
 

lonely sea and sky—
 
splintered old ship of sorrows
 
carrying me home