Moonlight

bright mid-winter stars-
your alabaster shoulders
dressed by the ghost moon

rumpled sheets-
asleep intertwined
blanketed by the moon

Origami

the senbazuru-
origami alchemy
brings my cranes to life

parchment skin –
rice paper slowly
creased and folded

Blizzard

february wind-
red cheeks burning from a cold
slap across the face

digging out-
melting snow
mingles with sweat

Birds

horizontal snow-
sparrows visit my feeder
heedless of the storm

rime crusted wings-
a short respite
on my lilac

Leaves

dry and brittle leaves-
remnants of an early fall
captive in the snow

crisp white linens-
leaves tumble
in the wind

Lake

light wind in my sails-
her long supple fingers glide
through tranquil water

soft water-
stillness arrives
on silenced oars

Pastoral

an old farmer’s wall-
nestled in amongst the stones
sprigs of verdant moss

clanking bells-
a worn cowpath
leading home

Predawn

rails shrouded in fog-
a ghost train departs beneath
the approaching dawn

sunrise shadows-
nascent snow cradled in
dry autumn leaves

Transience

encroaching midnight-
the doomsday clock poised to toll
humanity’s dirge

pools of red wax-
guttering candles
cast their meager light

Age

honeysuckle wine-
content letting the front porch
host my slow decline

passing cars-
an afghan shrouds
her empty rocker