Fences

butterflies flutter-
goldenrod grows along side
lines of split rail fence

the feed wagon-
cattle gather
along the fences

City

a dank feeble breeze-
the rumble of the el train
passing my window

distant sirens-
my room awash
in a neon glow

Paint

rain thunders outside-
oil painted landscapes smearing
against my window

old masters-
failing vision
frozen in time

Pasture

starting my journey-
leaving this city behind
for greener pastures

piles of stone-
a farmers wall
soon to be built

Shoah

ashen metal sky-
slowly rolling cattle cars
descend into hell

chain link fence-
the walking dead
in black and white

Green

verdant sunlight-
hillsides dappled by the shade
from the passing clouds

sea foam-
emerald hills
flecked with sheep

Mother

just before sunrise-
my tea steeps as a vixen
calls out to her kits

plumes of breath-
a young doe
hides her fawn

Color

late afternoon breeze-
a cardinal feeds his mate
seeds from my garden

morning sunlight-
dogwood brides
dressed in white

Silver

the first spring sunrise-
a thin mist of winter clings
to the melting snow

daybreak-
a silver moon
over hoarfrost grass

Splinter

rid of you at last
cut from where you’d gotten lodged
just under my skin

last year’s maple leaves-
splinters from a
prior life