Campfire

telling ghost stories-
embers on the rising smoke
mixing with the stars

distant howls-
another log
feeds the fire

Desert

sedona night skies-
a desert scorpion crawls
across my bedroll

campfire-
embers rise to greet
the desert stars

Mother

just before sunrise-
my tea steeps as a vixen
calls out to her kits

plumes of breath-
a young doe
hides her fawn

Villages

cobblestone sidewalks-
birds nest in the thatch roofs of
tudor cottages

spring afternoon-
warm hours spent
deadheading roses

Color

late afternoon breeze-
a cardinal feeds his mate
seeds from my garden

morning sunlight-
dogwood brides
dressed in white

Birds

a mackerel sky-
skeins of canadian geese
flying overhead

routine commute-
cardinals cross
my path

Eclipse

encroaching darkness-
a blue moon wanders across
the path of the sun

approaching night-
a bat flies across
the moon

Silence

a deer in the woods-
the chorus of spring peepers
suddenly silent

midnight-
startled awake by
preternatural stillness

Cats

wind at the windows-
as I move to tend the fire
the cat takes my seat

late winter morn-
my calico sleeps
in a patch of sun

Return

ripples on ripples-
the pond’s once glassy surface
welcomes back the rain

a forest lea-
the doe and her fawn
return to the wood