Transition

near enough to see
daylight fading to the point
where the rain begins

tending the garden-
raindrops warm
on my neck

History

continuity-
ancient traditions upheld
for generations

lichens on stone-
the huron pine
adds another ring

Workers

fields of wildflowers
fastidiously tended
by hard working bees

summer afternoon-
nectar turning
to honey

Ocean

the sun reaching down
tenderly kissing the edge
of the atlantic

sandpipers-
morning waves
kiss my feet

Driven

quarter past midnight-
the breath of the city through
my open window

leafless trees-
darkened cars through
the driving rain

the full moon unveiled
from behind translucent clouds
poised for summer’s kiss

an owl’s call-
the full moon
follows me home

Stone

a taste of freedom-
locked within a castle mount
above the meadows

afternoon heat-
careful hands
fitting stone

History

roaring bonfires burn-
shadows of ancient stones paint
the salisbury plain

waning daylight-
a crow stands guard
over those long dead

Lost

the late august sky-
from behind the thinning clouds
unfamiliar stars

the dead of night-
a pewter moon
rising

Departed

the time worn tombstones
children taken far too soon
their stories untold

a cardinal takes wing-
poppy blossoms
in the church yard