Beneath

barefoot in the grass-
the rhythm of seasons
under her sundress

daydream-
warm sunlight
under my skin

Penance

mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth

born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night

Rise

autumn morning light
wanders in through the curtains-
your slow even breath

darkness-
waking to
a sudden rain

Dawn

waiting for the sun
thready morning clouds make way
for her arrival

open windows-
awake before
the alarm

Transformation

staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most

predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind

Sunrise

low, the morning moon
full behind the breaking clouds
glowing in the sun

pumpkins on the vine-
the eastern sky
full of promise

Decline

a chance encounter
just glimpse of your face then
you’re lost in the crowd

incoming tide-
all these memories
built on sand

Chance

I won’t bet my life
on a roll of the dice but
I’ll take my chances

parting clouds-
hoof prints
in the damp soil

Homeless

in the stinging rain
waiting by the library
for the doors to open

sleeping rough-
water from the downspout
soaking his coat

Ethereal

rising from a dream
tasting a memory that’s
almost elusive

floating-
beholden to the wind
over a rising sun