Winter

february hush-
dawn reveals willows dressed in
january snow

sunrise-
crusted snow
underfoot

Wind

ivory wavelets-
remnants of the evening’s wind
scalloped in the snow

winter’s fury-
a tempest borne
on driven snow

Shipwreck

draped in tulle and lace
far below the frozen sea-
immemorial

nestled in
the ocean deep-
lost to time

Creek

a willow’s caress-
snow laden branches reach down
to stroke the water

frozen stones-
roiling water
skinned in ice

Winter

opalescent clouds-
shadows on the moonlit snow
cast by trees long dead

dying embers-
in the dark I become
the falling snow

Time

a neglected path-
moss hides a forgotten shrine
the small gods long gone

meditation-
clay teapots
dry in the sun

Pandemic

weary of donning
this mask, this gown, these gloves, I
once more go to work

hospital corridors-
the white noise
of dying

Gotham

metal folding chairs-
coffee cans half full of ash
on the fire escape

urban jungle-
pole beans climb
my barred windows

mornings

standing by the sink-
I feel the warmth from your feet
on the bathroom floor

lost in your dreams-
I silence my alarm
before it wakes you

Conflict

brought forth from the ice-
my tarnished battle armor
deeply scarred from use

far from the cherry blossoms-
the clarion call
of battle