Arid

jagged windblown sand
making a meal of driftwood
in the desert sun

just beyond the dunes
a faint whisper of
false promises

Luna

a ring tailed hawk watching
the curve of the crescent moon
emerge from the mist

the full moon
silhouetted
against the night

Comfort

come to me softly
slip off your shoes and we’ll dance
in the evening sand

mid morning sun
warm black sand after
the retreating tide

Immediacy

ice over fresh snow
the delicate crust holds me
momentarily

warm green grass
a raindrop rolls
down my cheek

Passage

a flash of silver
bright water patters and breaks
the woodland silence

finally unfettered
carried aloft
on golden wings

Future

flooded rice paddies
on the roadside sheaves of straw
drying in the sun

high spring sun
nimble fingers
sowing wheat

Present

living day to day
ignoring where I’ve been and
what the future holds

frost on the grass
awake in the dark
breathless and immobile

Lost

seeking your guidance
for I cannot find my way
alone through the dark

an eerie green glow
eyes wide open
in the darkness

Shock

distant sirens wail
slowly I realize that
you’re not coming home

a warm shower
startled awake
by the telephone

Recollections

our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one

calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing