Larry Raskin

Water Bird
A great blue heron
poses on a river rock;
rushing waves sparkle.

Down Below
Under a large oak
air is cool and darkness thrives;
moss hugs the damp ground.

Blue Light
On the mountain trail
I remember to look up.
The hidden sky shines

Passage
On our Sunday drive
orange fades to yellow-brown
as fall slips away.

Dusk
Later in the day
wrapped in a warm yellow light
the city breathes gold.