Death

empty eyes soulless-
sliding down the razors edge
between life and death

soft rattles-
promises of release
in the tall grass

Hollow

awake and alone
the contours of your body
still fresh in my sheets

a startled thrush-
impressions left
in the tall grass

Contemplation

the great blue heron
gently gliding just above
its own reflection

standing water-
a perfect sky
at my feet

Delta

split in two at birth-
all these years spent searching for
that which makes me whole

wild horses-
where the river
meets the sea

Fire

the burning forests-
gaia’s tears turn to embers
borne off by the wind

peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire

Gloom

with the setting sun
purple ink spreads across the
paper of the night

coming darkness-
the ravens gather
on my roof

Remnants

the day’s work is done
a blanket of fog settles
over bleaching bones

curling water-
the soft rattle
of empty shells

Azrael

wandering the earth
easing pain and suffering
collecting last breaths

a copse of trees-
bones
amid the litter

Defiance

northern white cedars
defying all odds, clinging
to the bare cliff face

crying gulls-
hatchling turtles
race to the sea

Ruin

shellshocked and bleeding-
wandering the husk of a
demolished building

floating ash-
Nothing left but
deafening silence