Burden

leaving my baggage
there’s far too much to carry
along this journey

the river left behind-
ewer water
darkens the road

Escape

my eyelids heavy
weighed down by lies from the past
that I can’t escape

dark skies-
mountain rains
flood the valley

Harvest

freshly cropped farmland
the western sky glows amber
over the harvest

the setting sun-
threshed chaff
in the wind

Safe

lonely red roses
walked off from the outside by
a thicket of thorns

the sun
our children at play
in the back yard

Safety

alone in my room-
I can only feel safe when
no one’s allowed in

dying light-
the forest
changes

Fire

black potbellied stove-
the evening’s load of firewood
stacked up along side

stars in the sand-
our fire stoked
by the ocean breeze

Leaves

autumn afternoon-
driving home in the dark past
drifts of wind blown leaves

light snow-
a swirl of
amber leaves

Broken

a candle and spoon-
unresponsive hazel eyes
far beyond my help

first snow-
yesterday’s news
line his shoes

Shelter

hard rain pelts the trees-
a hummingbird takes shelter
on my windowsill

desert noon-
seeking shelter
beneath the sand

Smoke

gauzy hardwood smoke
rises into the night air
obscuring the moon

drifting embers-
folding chairs
around the fire