Nesting

falling dogwood blooms-
little bird tell me why you’ve
abandoned your nest

morning drizzle-
a robin guards
her empty nest

Stoic

shards of broken glass
strewn deeply across my path
yet still I walk on

moonlit surf-
hatchling turtles
dash for the sea

Depression

moving through aspic
living just outside of time
tired and alone

persistent rain-
a raven just
beyond the glass

Memorial

it’s far too simple-
these old men send the sons of
others to their deaths

a spring breeze-
the fog of war
swept out to sea

Deer

off the mountain road
a wake of buzzards gather
‘round a fallen deer

moonrise-
the fawn waits
in the tall grass

Thread

puppets to a one-
dancing to unheard music
hung from tangled threads

skeletal fingers-
pulling taut
the threads of fate

Birth

midwinter moonlight-
hushed stillness split by the cries
of mother and child

nesting jays-
the silence of
broken eggshells

Cemetery

an old church graveyard
dogwood petals salt the ground
o’er the waiting dead

grey rain-
tumbled stones
on hallowed ground

Distance

grey unseeing eyes-
where do you go when you’re gone
far away from here

fields of lavender-
safe spaces
inside her head

Pasture

starting my journey-
leaving this city behind
for greener pastures

piles of stone-
a farmers wall
soon to be built