Penance

mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth

born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night

Sniper

a callous wind blows
through the cracks in these old bones
and broken windows

rusty mountains-
poppy fields in
a sniper’s scope

Frost

icy autumn breath
a sliver of the full moon
gazes down on me

morning run-
frozen leaves
crunch underfoot

Fish

waiting for the sun-
sitting on a weathered dock
fishing rod in hand

fly fishing-
casting shadows
on the water

Leaves

a single oak leaf
silently floats through the air
under azure skies

twelve again-
shuffling through
a pile of leaves

Scotland

coastal bittersweet-
north winds blow the raging sea
against the breakers

highland cliffs-
amethyst heather
in bloom

Sunlight

sensing acceptace
evil walks in the daylight
no longer afraid

sunlight-
insects scatter
from prying eyes

Reckoning

staring at myself-
the bottom of a shot glass
looking back at me

oasis-
an empty carcass
in the sand

Cancer

hard conversations
and a tongue well versed in the
dialogue of death

cherry blossoms-
walking the garden
with just enough poison

Dawn

waiting for the sun
thready morning clouds make way
for her arrival

open windows-
awake before
the alarm