Funeral

hands neatly folded
pinstripe suit and crisp linens
so properly posed

early sunday morning-
freshly turned earth
and rough sawn pine

Flooding

threatening storm clouds-
filling sandbags to ward off
the impending flood

a neglected barn-
keeping vigil over
rising waters

Plant

japanese maples-
bright crimson leaves caught aflame
in the morning sun

sudden rain-
sheltering under
an elephant’s ear

Frost

warm morning sunlight
the dawn breaking in the trees
over frosted vines

plumes of breath-
the starlit
ice wine harvest

Glint

jewels in the darkness-
a scattering of diamonds
in the shattered glass

winter‘s eve-
moonlight dances
on the fallen snow

Trains

down along the tracks-
in the distance the fog glows
with a passing train

a waiting owl-
the train echos
through the hollow

Agitation

open before me
the pages of my journal
blank and foreboding

onshore winds-
sand and shells
in the roiling surf

Luna

the full predawn moon
resting above the changing
autumn canopy

evening chill-
the moon dressed
in alabaster

Moonlight

a cool autumn eve
the reclining crescent moon
asleep in the sky

a blue heron-
flying under
the misty moon

Sand

the living desert-
waves carried across the sand
by wind on the dunes

tumbleweeds-
a mindless expanse
of lifeless sand