Beginning

chasing the sunset
just over the horizon
ever out of reach

hoary grass-
the sky aglow in
morning twilight

Passing

death comes unbidden-
a brief pause before leaving
to collect his due

icicles-
melting in
the winer sun

Lune

visiting the well
my wooden bucket dipping
deep in the moonlight

alongside the lake-
the harvest moon
follows me home

History

bitter grievances
at the holiday table
long past time for peace

unrelenting
a winter river
choked with ice

Mists

early morning haze
the pale tint of the full moon
just above the trees

first light-
the fog and I
rise together

Frigid

contemplating life
and remembering the dead
this cold winter night

the cutting north wind-
heavily laden with
bitter freight

Hence

waiting for the train
a low mournful whistle drones
off in the distance

an iron sky
heavy snow falls
on distant peaks

Waste

stolen innocence-
inured to constant violence
and lost empathy

distant wildfires
a false sunset in
the eastern sky

Winter

the low midday sun
shadows of geese noiselessly
passing overhead

dancing water
a clingy black shift
of morning ice

Grief

frantically rushing
worried that I’ll be late for
my disappointment

winter’s breath
making the trek
to an empty woodbin