Weary

bone tired, weary
driven forward all the while
dragging this baggage

shimmering heat
an old prospector
pulls at his burro

Immediacy

ice over fresh snow
the delicate crust holds me
momentarily

warm green grass
a raindrop rolls
down my cheek

Shoreline

as the tide comes in
the quiet surf erases
our mingled footprints

salt breezes
clammers digging
in the wet sand

Runnels

a hot summer morn
in the curl of a turned leaf
the gathering dew

a ringing anvil
collecting
beads of sweat

Rain

on the horizon
thunderclouds loom low, heavy
with impending rain

pounding drums
turning slowly to
polite applause

Sleep

steering through the shoals
drawn in by the siren’s song
of my flannel sheets

coveting
the cool side
of her pillow

Pillars

a symbol of strength
welcoming travelers that
seek her destruction

in the forest
of fallen oaks
a sapling grows

Insomnia

sleep so elusive
reliving memories in
my childhood bedroom

oppressive heat
clock watching
until sunrise

Reeds

at the marsh’s edge
flat water just visible
between the rushes

cat tails
swaying in
the salt breeze

Pursuit

alone in the woods
dry rustling leaves in the wind
the snap of a twig

sear grasses
fueling the
inevitable