as it carves an arc
the scythe knows not of the grass
or cares of its fate
–
autumn wind
swirling oak leaves
carried aloft
Category: Chance
Perspective
patiently waiting
the river of time seems to
slow to a trickle
–
mayflies
in the pond
a snapping turtle
Raptor
a kestrel soaring
circling on warm updrafts
focused on its prey
–
wings swept
plummeting
earthward
Perspective
spying Earth from space
a hard reminder of our
insignificance
–
a sand grain
amidst the
multitude
Morning
concentric ripples
spreading across the surface
of a misty lake
–
lakeshore
a striped bass
breaks the surface
Direction
faintly glowing stars
the ancient light a missive
from the distant past
–
a moonless night
our path defined
by starlight
Orlando
blinded by hatred
enrobed in the ignorance
of what love can be
–
midnight-
groping for
the light
Orlando
what makes one man think
he can be judge, jury, and
executioner
–
monsters
in the closet
only a mirror
Passage
after a brief rest
a bevy of mourning doves
suddenly takes flight
–
released
upon wings
across the sun
dedicated to Philip Rigney
Kismet
unkempt and homeless
in need of a shower and
a touch of kindness
–
pray that fate
doesn’t bring you
to my level