Fin

time draws to a close-
I hold his hand, helping him
walk across this bridge

a pale horse-
the onus
of these souls

Train

a prairie sunrise-
rails rolling past my window
into the distance

crickets-
the silence of
a passing train

Motherhood

always by my side
the mother of my children
the love of my life

woven grass-
the sparrow
steadfast

Time

my newborn daughter-
a woman after thousands
of past yesterdays

new spring-
a sapling
births a forest

Lithos

along the roadside-
once a stately facade, now
a pile of old stones

gentle rain-
crows perch upon
a weathered grave

Revival

take my outstretched hand
and let us walk together
across this threshold

distant mountain peaks-
over the dewey grass
the rising sun

Reflection

it’s not who I am
this someone in the mirror
but who I became

a placid lake-
the moon’s watery
countenance

Sleep

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

morning song-
the reluctance
of wakefulness

Wind

on a sea of glass-
the wind, a fickle mistress
abandoning me

moonless sky-
wolves howling
into the wind

Changes

cloudy desert skies
bringing the promise of rain
and with it new life

parted clouds-
fresh cut tulips
on the table