Vacation

giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands

shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze

Farther

standing in a queue
at the end of my patience
quite unlike this line

wind blown sagebrush-
the road I’m on ends
at the horizon

Vacation

last minute details
awhirl with activity
all before we leave

fog rolling in
light rain falling
obscuring the jetway

Fire

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

peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire

Watching

my ghosted reflection-
grey faces in the windows
of the passing train

stunning vistas-
guardrails floating
above the road

Fire

a guttering flame
struggling to hold the wick
before going out

roiling clouds-
searing winds blow
the grasslands ablaze

History

bitter grievances
at the holiday table
long past time for peace

unrelenting
a winter river
choked with ice

Evening

ghost of summer’s sun
ring tailed bandits in the night
making such mischief

october sky
arcturus settles in
to the throne of the king

Redemption

clinging to the flames
my mortal sins escape me
carried by the wind

absolution
casting bread
upon the water

Renewal

wishing you all peace
in the hope and promise of
the coming new year

auburn leaves
a chestnut takes root
in the dampened earth