Deluge

an ocean of books
barely able to slake my
thirst for the unknown

gunmetal clouds-
stepping outside
into the deluge

Autumn

autumn afternoons-
leaves plucked from swaying branches
dancing in the breeze

overcast-
shark scales
above my head

Difference

I may be different
but I am not a problem
that needs to be solved

fly fishing-
different clouds
under the same sky

Farm

stalks of winter wheat
growing through the rusty frame
of an old tractor

rising light-
a tattered scarecrow
greets the sun

Early

autumn mornings spent
polishing the temple bells
as the sun rises

robins-
footprints in
the morning dew

Rhythm

flags snap in the wind-
lines of waves begin to break
over silver sands

snoring-
warm breath
on my neck

Sculpted

inhaling my breath-
fresh clay from the river banks
shaped in my image

amber leaves-
a broken vessel
returned to the earth

Sunrise

low, the morning moon
full behind the breaking clouds
glowing in the sun

pumpkins on the vine-
the eastern sky
full of promise

Atonement

pleading for my life-
attempting to atone for
the wrongs that I’ve done

morning dew-
my sins cast
upon the water

Reflection

a golden eagle-
soaring as the sun sinks on
a cumbrian lake

reflections-
autumn leaves
in the water