Morning

midsummer morning-
a pair of cardinals perch
in the zebra grass

fields of mist-
a robin’s nest
full of shadows

Harvest

a spreading elm tree-
leathered fingers deftly weed
the cutting garden

flooded fields-
years of harvests
in her hands

Party

under the night sky
conversation and laughter
as the fire dies down

starlight-
good friends and
wine loosened tongues

Danger

sitting at the bar-
beautiful and dangerous
death in a red dress

mangrove trees-
crocodiles
come and go

Roses

crimson rose petals
clinging to a withered stem
slowly turning brown

tea rose petals –
the crystal bowl
overflowing

House

an overgrown lawn-
ravens nest in the eaves of
what was once a home

rotting lumber-
vines climb
though the floor

Death

my blood in the sink-
I should be panicking but
I can’t feel the pain

tendrils of fog-
undisturbed by the hooves
of a pale horse

Pets

shredded paper towels
last night’s garbage strewn about-
I know you’re to blame

morning sun –
in the doorway
indecisive

Morning

through lavender clouds-
the cheeks of the sky blushing
with the coming dawn

encroaching dawn-
last night’s candles
turned to smoke

Kanashibari

awake in the dark
so transfixed by the vision
I can’t make a sound

the crickets silenced-
a specter looms
o’er my footboard