Harvest

a shaft of sunlight-
the autumnal equinox
finally arrives

apple harvest-
lengthening shadows
mark the time

Clouds

rough fisherman’s hands
haul up the day’s catch under
a mackerel sky

circling hawks-
shark skin clouds
promising rain

Homeless

in the stinging rain
waiting by the library
for the doors to open

sleeping rough-
water from the downspout
soaking his coat

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

Sleep

bone tired and weary
my eyes close and I pray for
the sleep of the dead

falling-
engulfed by darkness
deep and dreamless

Time

quietly aging-
under the stairs, a box of
curling photographs

wind blown leaves-
walking slowly
hand in hand

Journey

exploring the world
starting with the common ground
found beneath my feet

fading sunlight-
stone steps
along my path

Comfort

faded love letters
the pages of our marriage
dog-eared and wrinkled

mulled cider-
clothes fresh
from the dryer

Tao

living day by day
striving to open my mind
and keep my mouth shut

nests amid the rafters-
prayer bells ring
in the rain