Fury

standing on the dock
raising high my glass, toasting
the impending storm

rusty hinges-
a garden gate
bangs in the night

September

speak not of winter-
late autumn flowers bloom through
lightly falling snow

caramel sunlight-
autumn’s first
turning leaf

Journey

exploring the world
starting with the common ground
found beneath my feet

fading sunlight-
stone steps
along my path

Fire

ashes in the air
embers of glowing orange
peering through the flames

quiet laughter-
coals dying
in the night

Leaving

robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation

evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night

Asea

the arc of the sky-
uncountable stars over
an ocean of sand

a blanket of stars-
hand on the tiller
slave to the wind

Community

surrounded by friends
sitting around the campfire
retelling old tales

clearing skies-
broken branches
new neighbors

Andrew

night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars

desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars

Blackout

candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night

the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back

Arc

the early morning sun
walks amid the wet grass and
turns the dew to gold

twilight-
memories of dreams
most elusive