simple sight

a rich florida sight,
late day sun on pines and grasses,
many just don’t see

gatorbone's sky

just before sunset
gatorbone’s sky went brilliant
then cooled for the night

weathering

years of weathering
brings out colors and shapes, traits,
often hidden by youth

on sunny days

Emily’s window
though nearly opaque, allowed
spring’s glow to sift through

equinox dusk

spring's first end-of-day
laid gold light across the lake,
igniting broom straw,
lighting up pines like green neon,
drinking in cool blue

gatorbone rehearsal hall

backstage is outback,
by the lake that has the name,
under whistling pines

alterations

there were two screened doors
for years at the store’s entrance,
but Thom took them off

horizon reach

long, worn wooden dock
reaches out to pond and sky,
a route to two blues

pine dusk

longleaf pines scatter
end of day yellow sunlight,
sandy flatlands sigh

that stretch of road

each time she drove home
that one long stretch near Blanding
seemed to never end

a gatorbone dusk

pines sifting each breeze,
still water, tall grass ripples,
autumn scrub lagoon

(from The Gatorbone Visit)

grasses

broomstraw blooms upright,
terra-estuary teems
between soil and sky

(from The Gatorbone Visit)

door knob

with each turn, left, right,
a coming or a going,
a threshold crossing

(from The Gatorbone Visit)

back door

years of scrub-sun baking
generational brush strokes,
boards bear rough brown skin

(from The Gatorbone Visit)

long leaf link

long leaf reaches out,
resinous trunk, limbs, pine heart,
a primordial link

(from The Gatorbone Visit)

craftsman's doorway

By the craftsman’s door,
Tools at hand, ready to work,
Rods and reels and irons

(from The Gatorbone Visit)

afternoon light

dogwood leaves reach round
curtain lace catching dusk light,
autumn scrub still life

(from The Gatorbone Visit)