Zephyr

an old wind wanders
aimlessly, its raspy voice
barely a whisper

dry leaves
huddle
in the corner

Salvation

drowning in darkness
heaved out and left on the rocks
gasping for the sun

sinking…
yearning for
the surface

Fatalism

I wake intent on
fighting an uphill battle
I know I will lose

high tide
a turtle shell
lies empty

Downstream

strong flowing rivers
carry meadows and mountains
away to the sea

april rains…
roaring brooks
become brethren

Disruption

afternoon stillness
the piercing cry of a crow
hanging in the air

wooded path…
unintended
silence

Fantasy

lilacs in her hair
as she lays in the grass with
clouds floating whimsy

escapees from
my minds eye
in the clouds

Convergence

escaping out of
my self constructed prison
into your embrace

bourbon
ice cubes
slowly melting

Nostalgia

living in the past
reaching out for the echoes
of what used to be

wistful
remembering the way
things never were

Communion

iPhone vibrating
mocking my attempt to be
at one with nature

meditation
water threading
between my toes

Detritus

I drag my feet through
the dust of relationships
that I’ve left behind

shuffling
forward into
an empty future