Sting

roadmaps of black veins
crawl across her damaged arms
recording the hits

sheer bliss-
a wasp amid
the rose stems

Blood

weary of this need
yearning to see the sun but
your throat, so tempting

orion’s belt-
clouds of bats
obscure the moon

Prudence

my better judgement
failing me once again for
momentary bliss

late summer-
the prayers
of the mantis

Drag

a flash of silver
swimming in place, lingering
against the current

buffeted and battered-
leaning
into the wind

Irony

weeping cherry trees-
a wistful gaze through windows
that never open

budding branches-
a cockatoo’s
clipped wings

Widows

beauty and horror
entwined around each other
in a spider’s web

morning mist-
time passes
red on black

Renewal

ashes of the past
the land stoic and patient
awaiting rebirth

robins gather-
the old gardener
tends to his seedlings

Deluge

one final look back
collar turned up against the
horizontal rain

spring peepers-
the rain of snare drums
on the forest floor

Storm

a lone egret stands
beneath a spreading chestnut
sheltered from the rain

thunder snow-
after images of
white lighting

Transformation

an aging pen knife
coaxes an old fisherman
from a block of wood

midday rain-
an empty chrysalis
among the milkweed