Colors

sunset on the lake
threading my wet fingers through
tangerine waters

salmon skies-
october morning
the hills ablaze

Reflection

a golden eagle-
soaring as the sun sinks on
a cumbrian lake

reflections-
autumn leaves
in the water

Fog

evergreen hillsides
barely clothed in morning mist
slowly disrobing

splitting wood-
the morning haze
burns away

Solitude

alone with my thoughts
in the distance barren trees
fade into the mist

before sunrise-
my mug of tea
gently steaming

Death

a mournful windsong
whispering past long dead oaks-
the forest’s lament

graveside rain-
one last leaf
taken by the wind

History

continuity-
ancient traditions upheld
for generations

lichens on stone-
the huron pine
adds another ring

Fire

the burning forests-
gaia’s tears turn to embers
borne off by the wind

peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire

Black

ebony leaves strewn
across an indigo sky
fading out to black

moonless-
the warm glow
of a distant fire

Azrael

wandering the earth
easing pain and suffering
collecting last breaths

a copse of trees-
bones
amid the litter

Gaia

scrub trees, weeds and vines
she reasserts her claim on
the urban landscape

pottery shards-
new growth rooted
in broken asphalt