Water

after images
through the rain streaked windowpanes
impending thunder

mountain stream
a whisper of
quiet nonsense

Lycanthrope

ripped from a deep sleep
waking up in tattered clothes
not sure where I am

full moon rising
my true form
no longer hidden

Wetlands

sinking in the marsh
twisted and leafless corpses
wither in the sun

restive fish
dipping into
the surface

Tired

dressed in homespun
with an old straw broom, barefoot
sweeping the dirt floor

breaking sun
moist soil on
the coffin’s lid

Aglow

a fire in the hearth
the snap of the autumn air
echoes in the flames

dying coals
fire orchids
in full bloom

Transition

as night turns to day
the glow of the morning star
hidden by the dawn

last night’s coals
by my breath
flare to life

Sunset

windows thrown open
sheer curtains gently wafting
in the evening breeze

becoming Icarus
flying westward
chasing the sun

Pursuit

alone in the woods
dry rustling leaves in the wind
the snap of a twig

sear grasses
fueling the
inevitable

Nature

clinging to the light
for fear I may yet answer
when the darkness calls

spring rains
surging cataracts
once docile streams

Heat

thin tendrils of smoke
weave the final tapestry
of a dying fire

rose petals
still warm from
the evening sun