Gold

waiting on the sun-
geese fly before purple clouds
embroidered in gold

reflections-
golden koi
slowly pass

Homeless

alone on the street
with scarcely a backwards glance
from the passers by

three threadbare coats-
his breath still clouds
the autumn night

Regret

living in this house-
a shrine to your past regrets
and those yet to come

low tide-
finding sea glass
and jellyfish

Change

my back turned to you-
pretending to be asleep as
you climb into bed

angry clouds-
blue skies
forgotten

Humanity

we’re only human
well, some of us anyway
the rest who can say?

under the covers
alone with
my mistakes

Fog

early morning moon-
fog nestles in the valleys
and clings to the leaves

moonrise-
gravestones hidden
in the mist

Carts

an old wire pushcart-
she sits alone on her bench
surrounded by birds

under the bridge-
her shopping cart
full of treasures

Lost

walking the highway-
seems I lost myself while I
was looking for you

sandstorm-
the mirage
an oasis

School

an open textbook-
daydreams try to tease me through
an open window

blank paper-
hammers pounding
from the wall clock

Cemetery

softly falling rain-
wandering through the graveyard
in the dead of night

overcast-
reading the details
of those long dead