Currents

dark, ominous skies
grey terns perched on a buoy
turned to face the wind

roiling water
gulls soar effortlessly
above the rocky shoals

Weary

bone tired, weary
driven forward all the while
dragging this baggage

shimmering heat
an old prospector
pulls at his burro

Missing

lingering on a
sea of empty promises
wet with resentment

dripping-
an eagle’s
empty talons

Vermilion

the last vestige
of the sinking evening sun
sets the sky alight

painted hillsides
a winding road turns
though burning leaves

Immediacy

ice over fresh snow
the delicate crust holds me
momentarily

warm green grass
a raindrop rolls
down my cheek

Faith

an icy black rain
the autumn harvest freezes
while still in the field

a desert night
cold hard water
feeds the fire

Crimson

the low morning sun
behind a red crepe myrtle
it’s branches aflame

fresh snow
blowing alight the coals
of last nights fire

Unease

alone on the sea
caught in a tempest’s fury
far from her home port

an unfamiliar bed
the southern cross
in the night sky

Fire

well seasoned hardwood
crackles and hisses as it
slowly turns to ash

rolling seas
a cigarette cupped
against the wind

Luna

a slice of the night
carved out of a starless sky
gleaming, motionless

chaff in the wind
burnished brass
low on the horizon