Escape

under thick brambles
a stream runs through an arch
in an old stone wall

empty talons-
a chipmunk
avoids its fate

Rain

little galoshes
stomping in puddles under
pastel umbrellas

thunderstorm-
rain shedding off
an elephant ear

Wind

the smell of sea salt
carried on the inland wind
by dangerous storms

flying fish-
on the bowsprit
the sea in her hair

September

speak not of winter-
late autumn flowers bloom through
lightly falling snow

caramel sunlight-
autumn’s first
turning leaf

Crystal

a glass dragonfly
darts through the air and alights
on my upturned palm

low winter sun-
stained glass
painting the wall

Corvid

a murder of crows
as one silently take wing
into the august sky

turning winds-
a crow flies
before the sun

Fire

ashes in the air
embers of glowing orange
peering through the flames

quiet laughter-
coals dying
in the night

Leaving

robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation

evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night

Asea

the arc of the sky-
uncountable stars over
an ocean of sand

a blanket of stars-
hand on the tiller
slave to the wind

Eclipse

jealous of our affections
in full view of everyone
the moon steals the sun

midday-
the spotlight
stolen