Perspective

looking at myself
amid the twisted wreckage
of my ruined car

mourning doves-
lost in the white
of the winter sky

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

Hunt

a large gray crane stands
fishing the shallow waters
down among the reeds

wingbeats-
spending ripples where
once was a fish

Repose

on a raven lake
the moon lies sleeping under
a blanket of stars

soft lapping-
the moon unwound
beside me

Chill

lazy curls of steam
glowing in the rays of the
slanting winter sun

the north wind-
warming my hands
on a hot cup of tea

Halcyon

on a gilded throne
far from the unwashed masses
counting his money

gauzy clouds-
spreading gold
on the ocean

Marriage

falling off my bike
I become one with the earth
for just a moment

june twilight-
our vows float away
on paper lanterns

Shore

awash in the surf
my toes buried in the stars
strewn across the sky

ebb tide-
crushed shells
and hermit crabs

Carving

left in a doorway
the simple offering of
a small jade Buddha

the slanting sun-
putting to bed the
last work of the day