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

Sky

lost amid the clouds-
the afternoon sky whispers
my name to the wind

wistfully blue-
dandelions
in your hair

Interruption

warm sands and tropi-
the cat yowls and paws my face
demanding breakfast

morning zoom call-
for the love of god
mute your mic

Vampire

a cold night’s work done-
the creeping light of daybreak
seeps into my tomb

guttering torchlight-
weary of the death
that slakes my thirst

Freedom

‘neath a festive sky-
cold ashes rain down upon
old lakota land

beneath the stars-
none of us free
unto the last

Peace

seeking inner peace-
silently blessing all those
who would do me ill

approaching dawn-
tea and birdsong
refills my soul

Ghosts

milkweed in the wind-
beside the ancient live oak
I bury our bones

a lonesome gong-
pale wisps of trees
fade in the mist

Dawn

lavender shadows-
flowers from a tuscan yard
in a patch of sun

cardinal songs-
a sun flower
turns its head

Stonehenge

the dawning solstice-
children of the earth and sky
taste the rising sun

pheasant’s eyes-
ghosts of stone men
herald the sun