Mud

dark murky waters
dirt and debris stirred up from
raking the bottom

cold rain-
a dark past
muddied by truth

Light

a time of rebirth-
years spent living in the dark
rescued by your light

through the water
dancing reflections
from the surface

Notes

second grade romance-
a slip of paper folded
and passed hand to hand

mardi gras-
her number on
a bar napkinL

Seas

waiting for the sea-
an ancient mariner mourns
the arriving tide

bedraggled skies-
limp with rain over
an unkempt sea

Stoic

shards of broken glass
strewn deeply across my path
yet still I walk on

moonlit surf-
hatchling turtles
dash for the sea

Chimes

a hot acrid wind
rattles the sand blasted bones
hanging from the trees

cool lemonade-
wind chimes ring
on the front porch

Memorial

it’s far too simple-
these old men send the sons of
others to their deaths

a spring breeze-
the fog of war
swept out to sea

Wolf

wolves of stone and snow
insubstantial in the light
of the forest moon

rising embers-
mournful howling
in the distance

Vessel

a soul deeply flawed
ichorous and fetid cast
from a broken mold

bathing rituals-
filing ewers by
the riverbanks

Deer

off the mountain road
a wake of buzzards gather
‘round a fallen deer

moonrise-
the fawn waits
in the tall grass