Crows

on a twisted branch
outside my window a crow
in the black of night

india ink-
an ebony feather
is my quill

Bashert

around my ankle
an invisible red thread
that binds me to you

a cardinal-
in the holly his mate
awaits his return

Beach

driftwood and clam shells
dried seaweed and rushes line
the high water mark

curling waves-
preening ducks
bathe in the surf

Birth

midwinter moonlight-
hushed stillness split by the cries
of mother and child

nesting jays-
the silence of
broken eggshells

Flowers

across an open lea
a small fox bounding over
sprays of wildflowers

rolling green hills-
freckles of
snapdragons

Morning

freshly brewed coffee-
the morning sky hidden by
pebbled leather clouds

warm blankets-
coyotes chatter
before sunrise

Kayaking

a line of turtles
asleep on a fallen log
as I float on by

flat water-
silently
making waves

Fences

butterflies flutter-
goldenrod grows along side
lines of split rail fence

the feed wagon-
cattle gather
along the fences

Green

verdant sunlight-
hillsides dappled by the shade
from the passing clouds

sea foam-
emerald hills
flecked with sheep

Wind

a cool morning breeze-
silver waves ripple across
unmown fields of grass

gulls over the beach-
cattails bowed to
the rising sun