Change

light plays on the walls
alternating blue and red
the sirens, silent

puddles in the street
turning to steam
in the sun

Sol

the sky burns crimson
in anticipation of
the ocean’s embrace

dawn chorus
an homage to
the rising sun

Present

I can’t remember
dwelling in darkness since I
came into your light

barren trees
stand vigil
awaiting sunrise

Sorrow

stilling the waters
the taste of salt on my lips
from kissing your tears

the loon’s cry
rising sun over
a winter lake

sojourn

the passage of time
etched deep in the wrinkles on
his leathery face

turning leaves
a bed of moss lit
by stippled sunlight

Nocturne

relaxing at last
working out in the garden
under the moonlight

high silver clouds
a beaver breaks
the water’s surface

Aglow

the round amber moon
slides behind a silver veil
woven in the sky

heat lightning
revealing clouds
from within

Transience

blazing streaks of fire
tearing through the winter sky
dying as cinders

the predawn hours
an intrepid visitor
on my doorstep

Velvet

a bottle of night
lost in the depths of the shelf
mislabeled as ink

owl’s wings, silent
across diamond
pierced ebony

Sere

spreading alder boughs
provide little respite from
the stifling heat

impression
of my sole
in asphalt