New Year

midnight approaches-
carrying the promises
of the coming year 

again-
the rising sun
greets the new year

Ash

well after midnight
christmas eve fire in the hearth
burning down to ash

a warm hearth-
ashes mix with
the falling snow

Welcome

strange and foreign shores-
weary travelers embark
on their next journey

soft underbrush-
a fawn turns to the
welcoming sun

Autumn

a bite in the air-
nighthawks begin flying south
along the shoreline

orange moon-
the year’s work
ready for harvest

Burden

down by the river
releasing slights collected
after all these years

on my back-
the weight of countless
grains of sand

Memorial

family outings
picnics paid for with the blood
of fallen soldiers

small flags-
dates carved
in cold granite

Family

corrupted and vile
poisonous invasive roots
unwilling to yield

oblivious-
wandering into
a nest of vipers

Sand

asleep on the beach-
so far away from winter
and your icy touch

caribbean surf-
tracing lazy circles
on the small your back

Harvest

a shaft of sunlight-
the autumnal equinox
finally arrives

apple harvest-
lengthening shadows
mark the time

Reprieve

the pen freshly inked
yet hesitating over
whose name is written

falling leaves-
unheard, a hawk
passes overhead