Stone

in a farmer’s wall
amid the moss and loose stones
frogs sing in the night

crickets-
rain traces
stone to stone

Jamaica

from across the beach-
the hollow silver ring of
a turtle drum band

a cold red stripe-
cabana lights
gently sway

Sleep

a blanket of clouds
pulled up tight over my head
shutting out the day

morning song-
the reluctance
of wakefulness

Lines

night in the forest
an passing train rumbling
off in the distance

distant music-
blackbirds perched
on power lines

Need

lashed tight to the mast-
tempted by the siren song
of just one more drink

steaming pavement-
distant sirens bay
at the full moon

Hushed

the sounds of fresh snow
falling in the near darkness
sibilant whispers

snowfall-
lost in quiet
conversation

Bells

dark rolling water
a rusty buoy’s hollow bell
tolls across the night

split rail fence-
a congregation
of cowbells

Descent

leaves in the water
tumble down from rock to stone
laughing as they fall

autumn
slips away
from my piano

Sol

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

dawn chorus
an homage to
the rising sun

Chatter

on the autumn breeze
woodsmoke and conversations
wafting through the air

wetland banter
summer evening
an open window