Blue Jay

Sky blue blending to white
A dark feather resemling an eylash above his eye
Larger than the robins and starlings that he easily chases off
He eats his fill of the seeds laid out and scatters the rest
An orange tabby lays nearby in the sun, unmoved

Turtle and Koi

Next to the backyard pond, a new deck,
wide boards of eastern oregon yellow pine
smooth and clear, nothing wiggles or creaks
The owner remarks of the number of screws
Next he speaks of the future and impending decay
Meanwhile the water continues to fall over the rocks
Manatee sized koi drink the oxgen rich solution
and the turtles sit still, just soaking it in, just being

Living Room

A white vaulted ceiling above irregular walls splashed with yellow
Leather and dark wood furniture meter the spaces between all
Around the room the relations sit, eat, drink, absorbing the air
Two small children climb, dance, shriek and observe good theater

Little Vine

On the quiet trail in the woods by the lake below the mountain
Around the branch of a young madrona sappling by the old maple
The soft pretty vine displays a simple orange flower of five bells
Leaves of variant pastel greens lined in pairs like eucalyptus
Extending roots along its winding path, barely touching but not

Darkness

Somewhere between white, yellow and pink the street lights glow and reach out in nearly touching circles 
Few sounds rise from the ink, a ways off a light muffled gong notes the early hour while wet powerlines sing
Some kites or swallows or other dark bird chirps and swoops just overhead, just outside the visible space
A brake light glows at the extreme corner of view then pales then fades completely, consumed in dark peace

Quiet Place

The room is dark, sound not penetrating through the molasses
A small flick of a switch and the walls explode with texture and form
Yet silence still hangs in the air, just below the reach of the fluorescent tubes
Pages of an ancient book turn slowly, bringing a grand symphony to the inner ear

A Small Stone

A  round stone sits still on the waters edge
Unmoving it changes with the falling sun
Shiny gray as the rain drops coat its surface
Fire bright orange as Helios flames on the horizon
Turning dark as peepers sing to the rising stars