Run

slow afternoon rain-
long twisted rivulets run
across my windshield

mile twelve-
drops of sweat
mark my run

Trash

trash cans at the curb
the stars at my back as I
walk back up the drive

upended bins-
a bandit masked
in the moonlight

Pastels

unexpected rain-
flowing into the gutter
a child’s masterpiece

mountain and sky-
colors blended
on my canvas

Flowers

a yellow sundress-
the scent of lilac blossoms
carried on the breeze

dreams of dawn-
waking memories
of jasmine

Pond

gold and silver koi
resting by the water’s edge
scatter the moonlight

water lilies-
a dragonfly’s
reflection

Nesting

falling dogwood blooms-
little bird tell me why you’ve
abandoned your nest

morning drizzle-
a robin guards
her empty nest

Stoic

shards of broken glass
strewn deeply across my path
yet still I walk on

moonlit surf-
hatchling turtles
dash for the sea

Chimes

a hot acrid wind
rattles the sand blasted bones
hanging from the trees

cool lemonade-
wind chimes ring
on the front porch

Depression

moving through aspic
living just outside of time
tired and alone

persistent rain-
a raven just
beyond the glass

Memorial

it’s far too simple-
these old men send the sons of
others to their deaths

a spring breeze-
the fog of war
swept out to sea