Daybreak

dawn by the lakeside
white herons fly over mist
lit by the sunrise

morning coffee
steam rises
off the grass

Evening

ghost of summer’s sun
ring tailed bandits in the night
making such mischief

october sky
arcturus settles in
to the throne of the king

Transition

a warm ombré sky
the slowly turning sunlight
at the edge of night

green waters
tadpoles weave
through the rushes

Hunter

searching for respite
from the stalkers in the night
attacking my toes

morning dew
gossamer threads
catch the sunrise

Revealed

ashen faced, burning
private humiliations
displayed in public

pine boughs
a glimpse
of scarlet

Midday

box turtles basking
motionless, gently drifting
on a floating log

acorns falling
a silver flash
ripples the water

Additions

with needle sharp teeth
and razor edged claws they tear
my curtains to shreds

silence-
the thunder
of tiny feet

Silver

moonlight runs into
the soft hollow of your throat
and spills down your breast

blue black night
the grey owl
becomes the moon

Panic

small talk in their booth
a dinner plate shatters and
she’s back in Iraq

turning winds
a yearling doe
prepares to bolt

Autumn

an eclipse of moths
dancing around the asters
joyful for the fall

october dawn
sycamore seeds
drifting in the breeze