Fire

the burning forests-
gaia’s tears turn to embers
borne off by the wind

peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire

Missing

picking at breakfast
sitting across the table
from the ghost of you

wilted flowers-
your whisper
in my ear

Remnants

the day’s work is done
a blanket of fog settles
over bleaching bones

curling water-
the soft rattle
of empty shells

Extinguish

searching for a trace
of the light behind your eyes
but making my peace

afterimage-
the candle
doused

Rememberence

thoughts of the fallen-
those who purchased our freedoms
with their flesh and blood

old glory-
a red haze blinding
the dogs of war

Azrael

wandering the earth
easing pain and suffering
collecting last breaths

a copse of trees-
bones
amid the litter

Defiance

northern white cedars
defying all odds, clinging
to the bare cliff face

crying gulls-
hatchling turtles
race to the sea

Ruin

shellshocked and bleeding-
wandering the husk of a
demolished building

floating ash-
Nothing left but
deafening silence

Gaia

scrub trees, weeds and vines
she reasserts her claim on
the urban landscape

pottery shards-
new growth rooted
in broken asphalt

Fin

time draws to a close-
I hold his hand, helping him
walk across this bridge

a pale horse-
the onus
of these souls