Regrowth

budding at long last
relationships long buried
exposed to the light

tawney pine straw
a squirrel caches
his winter stores

War

wet and matted hair
cold rain, hot blood, and cordite
soak into the dirt

a sparrow-
perched on
a ruined shell

Weary

bone tired, weary
driven forward all the while
dragging this baggage

shimmering heat
an old prospector
pulls at his burro

Missing

lingering on a
sea of empty promises
wet with resentment

dripping-
an eagle’s
empty talons

Passage

a flash of silver
bright water patters and breaks
the woodland silence

finally unfettered
carried aloft
on golden wings

Faith

an icy black rain
the autumn harvest freezes
while still in the field

a desert night
cold hard water
feeds the fire

Darkness

with help, exploring
the haunted attic spaces
deep within my mind

dancing alone
the ghosts
of past lovers

Escape

stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse

smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence

Lost

seeking your guidance
for I cannot find my way
alone through the dark

an eerie green glow
eyes wide open
in the darkness

Shock

distant sirens wail
slowly I realize that
you’re not coming home

a warm shower
startled awake
by the telephone