Love is every footfall toward the distant mountain, Anxious and incomplete. Are we so different from the mountains? Reshaped by stormy days, Born of colliding forces, Immovable, yet temporary. I am deserts

The river is part roil and froth, like love Persistent in finding a way, Dangerous in all its beauty, Tranquil ‘round unknown bends. Don’t stand idly by on distant safe shores As the wonder passes you

Lake ice melts in the shadows of spring birch, Amid a new heart, smiling Like a clear night Alaskan-sky half moon. Let the water hold you Let your spirit dance carefree, Play the music loudly As your skip

Angular marina jetty rocks, Brown from harborside light reflection, Find symmetry in a quiet night’s waterline, Extending the image of a rock barrier wall Hiding in the North Pacific December sea. How

Saying things you regret makes them Never unsaid, Setting desert Idaho sun between us— With cirrus alight in kaleidoscope high strata Whispering memory is often the better lover. Pinetrees carve tender