Flags

heads bowed in respect
under an overcast sky
the flag at half mast

rising winds-
halyards ring
the flagpole

Harvest

early summer hay
cut by hand and harvested
drying in the sun

short shadows-
winnowing wheat
under the burning sun

Venus

rising from the sea-
her newly formed shores made from
black and steaming glass

predawn chill-
venus and jupiter dance
in the twilight

Life

this life all too brief-
a freshly fallen snowflake
melting in my hand

rebirth-
spring sky in
a robin’s egg

Beneath

barefoot in the grass-
the rhythm of seasons
under her sundress

daydream-
warm sunlight
under my skin

Contemplation

most of my life spent
standing by the water’s edge
never getting wet

ashen skies-
in a barrel of rain
my reflection

Leaves

tattered autumn lace
drifting in the morning air
lofted by the breeze

leaf litter-
tulip poplars
shed their skin

Water

gentle drops of rain
fall from the trees to collect
on my upturned face

quiet water-
minnows surface
beneath my shadow

Penance

mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth

born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night

Sniper

a callous wind blows
through the cracks in these old bones
and broken windows

rusty mountains-
poppy fields in
a sniper’s scope