Prudence

my better judgement
failing me once again for
momentary bliss

late summer-
the prayers
of the mantis

Rope

the frayed rope, broken
bubbles breaking the surface
of the swimming hole

sweet spring air-
off a chestnut branch
a stout rope swings

Widows

beauty and horror
entwined around each other
in a spider’s web

morning mist-
time passes
red on black

Odyssey

it’s been a long ride-
this road’s often difficult
but worth the journey

apple blossoms-
taken by the
wandering wind

Relentless

endlessly sifting
the detritus of the day
while sleep eludes me

an unkempt sky –
wind driven surf
pounds the shore

Conflict

the scars on your soul-
mementos of battles fought
but never quite won

broken silence-
the distant crash
of rutting bucks

Youth

staring at myself
the mirror reflecting my
wasted innocence

shoeless-
a ragged doll
on dusty road

Dust

a banging screen door
the ghosts of conversations
echo in the wind

merciless sun –
the empty ring
of wind chimes

Destination

leave this all behind
take my hand and run with me
into the new dawn

sunrise-
wind blown leaves
cross my path

Need

lashed tight to the mast-
tempted by the siren song
of just one more drink

steaming pavement-
distant sirens bay
at the full moon