Pittsburgh

just another day
thoughts and prayers for the dead while
no one does a thing

a quiet morning-
evil flourishes
in the silence

Agitation

open before me
the pages of my journal
blank and foreboding

onshore winds-
sand and shells
in the roiling surf

War

documenting war-
pages inked with the spilled blood
of the innocent

shimmering heat –
blood pools
in the desert sand

Luna

the full predawn moon
resting above the changing
autumn canopy

evening chill-
the moon dressed
in alabaster

Midnight

staring at the clock
trying to understand the
cruelty of time

aching for sleep-
minutes collect
in piles on the floor

Abed

october morning-
even the sun seems to feel
like staying in bed

flannel sheets-
somewhere in the house
an open window

Fall

an autumn sunset-
the shadow of a goshawk
long on the meadow

oak leaves-
slipping below
a covered bridge

Moonlight

a cool autumn eve
the reclining crescent moon
asleep in the sky

a blue heron-
flying under
the misty moon

Sand

the living desert-
waves carried across the sand
by wind on the dunes

tumbleweeds-
a mindless expanse
of lifeless sand

Morning

blackbird’s lilting song-
sunlight caresses your face
just before you wake

in the clouds-
the soft glow of
an autumn dawn