Poetry games

Sand sifts through my fingers
blowing gently into the breeze
leaving nothing behind
except some fragments of shell
to let me know
this is ocean,
not desert,
and in the end,
the differences matter.

1
leaf dancing in wind
flitting between earth and sky
but earth at last wins.

2
drop of silver light
ice crystals in the morning
windshield refractions.

3
Featherlike ice ferns
now growing on windowpanes
then melt in noon sun.

4
smoke like memory
rising up from orange-red glow
hidden in the dark.


5.

Conundrums,
like the color gray,
swishing on needles of ebony,
a puzzle
where the thread comes from.

6.
Watery bonfire,
sunset sinking westward down,
alpinglow crimson.

7. (knitting lace)

cold steel wire vengeance
upon my tired aching joints,
silken thread shimmer.