August 2016 – Page 2

stilling the waters
the taste of salt on my lips
from kissing your tears
–
the loon’s cry
rising sun over
a winter lake

the passage of time
etched deep in the wrinkles on
his leathery face
–
turning leaves
a bed of moss lit
by stippled sunlight

relaxing at last
working out in the garden
under the moonlight
–
high silver clouds
a beaver breaks
the water’s surface

a resting mayfly
the dimples in the water
signaling a carp
–
spreading ripples
a gossamer wing
on the surface

the round amber moon
slides behind a silver veil
woven in the sky
–
heat lightning
revealing clouds
from within

blazing streaks of fire
tearing through the winter sky
dying as cinders
–
the predawn hours
an intrepid visitor
on my doorstep

on the autumn breeze
woodsmoke and conversations
wafting through the air
–
wetland banter
summer evening
an open window

searing summer heat
just pushed our relationship
past the tipping point
–
a praying mantis
in search of her
post-coital snack

when put to paper
a masterpiece is born from
a single feather
–
a stream flows
from my hand
in fits and starts

as I drive away
another grain of sand falls
in my life’s hourglass
–
walking the shore
the sand moves
beneath our feet