Waterfall

born of the mountains
falling over age worn stone
scattering the sun

summer solstice-
roaring water
fills my ears

Lightning

low rolling thunder-
lightning crawls across the sky
rattling windows

summer night-
the sky lit by
heat lightning

Still

summer afternoon-
the hollow ring of wind chimes
in the stagnant air

still water-
minnows gather
beneath the footbridge

Crows

on a twisted branch
outside my window a crow
in the black of night

india ink-
an ebony feather
is my quill

Birth

midwinter moonlight-
hushed stillness split by the cries
of mother and child

nesting jays-
the silence of
broken eggshells

Disaster

horizontal rain-
fractured palms and broken dreams
tumble down the street

dark greasy smoke-
The sky lit
by falling embers

Wind

gauzy white and gray
shifting in the breeze on a
cerulean sea

morning sun-
dust rises from
the desert floor

Apples

the last day of spring-
apple blossoms ride on the
late afternoon breeze

barefoot-
crab apples
in the grass

Anticipation

at the podium 
a wool blanket wraps itself
around my tongue

summer sun-
snowy cotton
waiting for harvest 

Dust

friends and enemies 
all are but dust as I wait 
for mortality

a dark attic-
old records 
gathering dust