Shedding

covered in lichens-
a tall and stately oak tree
sheds its dead branches

thin mountain air-
all my baggage
suddenly empty

Blindness

dusting the knickknacks-
doing my best to ignore
the crumbling walls

afternoon light-
fresh paint on
cracked concrete

Shadow

a field of shadows-
the bargains made with myself
so swiftly broken

a full flower moon-
silver shadowed
daffodils

Soul

as I leave this world
I pour my soul into you-
one last parting gift

out of the fire-
a perfect vessel
cracked

Dream

an ocean of sleep-
the receding tide leaves a
tangled mat of dreams

dandelion seeds-
bare whispers
of my mind

Grind

reaching from behind
the hands at his neck slowly
loosening his tie

watching ants-
his entire life
buttoned down

resonance

a moss covered oak-
the sound of a woodpecker
hollow in the trees

echoes of prayer bells-
an ancient shrine
forgotten

Chill

winter’s dying breath-
the winged herald of spring
arriving too late

morning frost-
tender lilac buds
robed in ice

Decline

social distancing-
tulip blossoms pay no heed
to the fall of man

robin’s song-
mankind’s
lament

Block

the day’s writing gone-
a vast expanse of paper
waiting on the muse

pen to paper-
the clock again
rolls over