Paint

the canvas of dusk-
low amber clouds dry brushed on
an indigo sky

afternoon clouds-
dappled hillsides
painted by the sun

Spring

a patchwork of blue-
clouds thread their way through branches
awaiting new growth

a taste of green-
daffodils pierce
the quilted snow

Tarn

the forest silent-
a skeletal hand rises
from the black water

winter’s death-
dwelling beneath
dark brackish waters

Hiking

afternoon sunlight
casting long winter shadows
through the evergreens

woodland trails-
a scrim of ice
underfoot

Southwest

terra cotta bricks-
the desert sunset lights up
an old bell tower

adobe twilight-
the slowly cooling
desert sand

Disgust

a great bald eagle-
I’m forced to watch her greatness
fly on broken wings

a woodland pond-
the still water
brackish

Damage

another black cloud-
rain runs down my iron skin
leaving trails of rust

acid rain-
too much life
etched in my face

Dawn

long distance sunrise-
my rig nestled in the grooves
in the center lane

marshmallow clouds-
the rising sun
a campfire

Beach

winter at the shore-
sun bleached clam and oyster shells
blend into the snow

approaching storm-
sea foam white
in the wind

Sight

talking to himself-
making his way down a street
only he can see

gathering clouds-
her eyes a shade of
coffee cream