Stonehenge

the dawning solstice-
children of the earth and sky
taste the rising sun

pheasant’s eyes-
ghosts of stone men
herald the sun

Reckoning

vultures overhead-
circling waiting before
feasting on the dead

red skies-
a tempest
at our door

Diner

grime covered windows-
watching the rain absently
stirring black coffee

street lights-
shadows of rain
on my paper napkin

Dance

the low eastern sun
resplendent in green and gold
dances with the moon

wind chimes-
Sol and Luna
pas de deux

Mayday

the first day of may-
tight buds become blossoms on
my crabapple tree

a flush of new green-
daffodils trumpet
the first of may

Decline

social distancing-
tulip blossoms pay no heed
to the fall of man

robin’s song-
mankind’s
lament

Warming

softly glowing coals-
the gentle curve of your hips
make the snow drifts blush

afternoon sun-
rising streams
of snow melt

Spring

a patchwork of blue-
clouds thread their way through branches
awaiting new growth

a taste of green-
daffodils pierce
the quilted snow

Tarn

the forest silent-
a skeletal hand rises
from the black water

winter’s death-
dwelling beneath
dark brackish waters

Transience

stoic in the sun-
sand awaiting ruin from
the approaching tide

tenuous footprints-
a shimmering surf
over amber sands