Floating

a sudden silence
painful accusations still
hanging in the air

tiny monarchs-
weightless
milkweed seeds

Chance

I won’t bet my life
on a roll of the dice but
I’ll take my chances

parting clouds-
hoof prints
in the damp soil

Reprieve

the pen freshly inked
yet hesitating over
whose name is written

falling leaves-
unheard, a hawk
passes overhead

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

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

Snare

trapped in the darkness
never wanting to leave this
beautiful nightmare

hoarfrost-
webs frozen
on the moor

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