Fields

the november breeze
ushers in the harvest of
amber winter wheat

windblown clouds
shadows glide
over golden fields

Commune

seeking mindfulness
and wisdom while studying
in nature’s classroom

spring rains
buried acorns
start to seed

Descent

leaves in the water
tumble down from rock to stone
laughing as they fall

autumn
slips away
from my piano

Evening

ghost of summer’s sun
ring tailed bandits in the night
making such mischief

october sky
arcturus settles in
to the throne of the king

Rainfall

flashes light the sky
the guttural wind, distant
whither comes the storm

laid bare
desperately
seeking shelter

Restless

wandering this earth
unseen, tired, yearning to be
finally at peace

midnight rain
gnarled branches
scrape my window

Frost

long morning shadows
the first sign of winter falls
from the autumn sky

winter’s finger
paint on my
window panes

Arrogance

standing in judgement
my perceived righteousness trumps
your humanity

seething
holding back
the avalanche

Anxiety

dry mouthed and sweaty
frozen in front of a crowd
my practiced speech, gone

black water
at the precipice
of hesitationD

Copse

a pencil thin wind
eases through balding branches
swirling russet leaves

mountain pines
an autumn snowfall
ices the boughs