Memorial

it’s far too simple-
these old men send the sons of
others to their deaths

a spring breeze-
the fog of war
swept out to sea

Storm

a sudden cloudburst-
the rain soaking my shoes as
I run for cover

hazy sunshine-
sidewalks steaming
from the passing rain

Wind

wind rustles the leaves
and coaxes a dryad’s song
of spring from the trees

whispers-
forest giants
shake off the cold

Wolf

wolves of stone and snow
insubstantial in the light
of the forest moon

rising embers-
mournful howling
in the distance

Vessel

a soul deeply flawed
ichorous and fetid cast
from a broken mold

bathing rituals-
filing ewers by
the riverbanks

Moon

the low western sun-
surrounding the rising moon
a golden halo

thunder rolls-
dark clouds pass
before the moon

Crows

on a twisted branch
outside my window a crow
in the black of night

india ink-
an ebony feather
is my quill

Bashert

around my ankle
an invisible red thread
that binds me to you

a cardinal-
in the holly his mate
awaits his return

Cemetery

an old church graveyard
dogwood petals salt the ground
o’er the waiting dead

grey rain-
tumbled stones
on hallowed ground

Morning

freshly brewed coffee-
the morning sky hidden by
pebbled leather clouds

warm blankets-
coyotes chatter
before sunrise