Valley

filling the valley-
bright sunlight captured in the
autumn morning mist

slanted sunlight-
in the canyon
a river of fog

Harvest

early summer hay
cut by hand and harvested
drying in the sun

short shadows-
winnowing wheat
under the burning sun

Trees

november evening-
skeletal trees charcoal black
in the fading light

graveyard’s edge-
bone fingers
in the mist

Disregard

you can take my heart
and do with it what you will
I’m finished with it

driftwood-
sand dunes
strewn by the wind

Death

cold and sterile rooms-
the emptiness of being
alone here with you

makeshift rafts-
icy waters
devoid of life

Empty

as the door closes
I wonder if you’ll ever
walk through it again

midnight-
the rustle of leaves
in an empty street

Time

eyes closed, steady breaths-
trying to push the anger
back into the box

boiling seas-
lava slowly turns
to cold stone

Rebirth

my respite over
the calling of this new life-
irresistible

moonglow-
another turn
at the wheel

Intentions

wishes of the past-
far too much wasted time spent
fueling my regrets

light rain-
a well tended garden of
unplanted seeds

Venus

rising from the sea-
her newly formed shores made from
black and steaming glass

predawn chill-
venus and jupiter dance
in the twilight