Fire

well seasoned hardwood
crackles and hisses as it
slowly turns to ash

rolling seas
a cigarette cupped
against the wind

Transitions

freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave

curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth

Luna

a slice of the night
carved out of a starless sky
gleaming, motionless

chaff in the wind
burnished brass
low on the horizon

Daybreak

dawn by the lakeside
white herons fly over mist
lit by the sunrise

morning coffee
steam rises
off the grass

Fields

the november breeze
ushers in the harvest of
amber winter wheat

windblown clouds
shadows glide
over golden fields

Commune

seeking mindfulness
and wisdom while studying
in nature’s classroom

spring rains
buried acorns
start to seed

Descent

leaves in the water
tumble down from rock to stone
laughing as they fall

autumn
slips away
from my piano

Evening

ghost of summer’s sun
ring tailed bandits in the night
making such mischief

october sky
arcturus settles in
to the throne of the king

Rainfall

flashes light the sky
the guttural wind, distant
whither comes the storm

laid bare
desperately
seeking shelter

Restless

wandering this earth
unseen, tired, yearning to be
finally at peace

midnight rain
gnarled branches
scrape my window