Beginning

Darkness enshrouds me
While subtle forces gently
Send me toward the light

Serenity

A lake flat as glass
The calm belies the hunger
Beneath the surface

Wisp

Dusk in the forest
Eerie tendrils of blue light
Draw me in deeper

Mirage

Heat searing the dunes
Visions of water beckon
Far in the distance. 

Alone

In the lone white oak
A solitary squirrel
Calls out for its mate

Missing

In a copse of trees
Entwined in vines, a slowly
Rusting tricycle

Dust

We of painted clay
Molded from the living earth
Destined to return

Passage

The vessel broken
one soul escapes to freedom
with a final breath