Garden

tending his garden-
rich black soil etched deep into
his leathery hands

honeybees
a thistle hides
among the roses

Summer

an old swimming hole-
piles of clothes left abandoned
on the grassy shore

a frayed rope swing-
old memories
bittersweet

Pinned

a beast of burden-
the cold weight of my shadow
pins me to the past

shadow boxes-
beetle’s wings
on display

Return

reliving the past-
why am I drawn back to you
time and time again

poison ivy-
the inevitability
of regrowth

Regrets

your name on my phone-
against my better judgment
I answer the call

labor day-
the first taste
of pumpkin spice

Futility

in the deep end
endlessly treading water
lest I slip under

sand hill cranes-
a bicycle rusts
amid the cattails

Depth

slow rhythmic rocking
as I’m drawn deep into you
my lover the sea

crying gulls-
lost in your
cold embrace

History

stone temple ruins-
echoes of ancient bronze bells
call the monks to prayer

summer sunlight-
wending through
the splintered roof

Justice

who will stand and speak
when there is such injustice
if not I then who?

angry seas-
ramshackle rafts
adrift and lifeless

Fungi

turkey tail mushrooms-
beauty found within decay
and reclamation

in the dark-
nimble fingers pick
the mushroom harvest