Luna

a ring tailed hawk watching
the curve of the crescent moon
emerge from the mist

the full moon
silhouetted
against the night

Regrowth

budding at long last
relationships long buried
exposed to the light

tawney pine straw
a squirrel caches
his winter stores

War

wet and matted hair
cold rain, hot blood, and cordite
soak into the dirt

a sparrow-
perched on
a ruined shell

Currents

dark, ominous skies
grey terns perched on a buoy
turned to face the wind

roiling water
gulls soar effortlessly
above the rocky shoals

Weary

bone tired, weary
driven forward all the while
dragging this baggage

shimmering heat
an old prospector
pulls at his burro

Missing

lingering on a
sea of empty promises
wet with resentment

dripping-
an eagle’s
empty talons

Passage

a flash of silver
bright water patters and breaks
the woodland silence

finally unfettered
carried aloft
on golden wings

Shoreline

as the tide comes in
the quiet surf erases
our mingled footprints

salt breezes
clammers digging
in the wet sand

Emegence

on the river bank
the flashing of fireflies
set the trees alight

soaring gulls
an empty shell
half in the sand

Castles

the Scottish highlands
a castle ruin, moss, and stone
rising from the moors

falcons take wing
moonlight ripples
on the loch