Atonement

pleading for my life-
attempting to atone for
the wrongs that I’ve done

morning dew-
my sins cast
upon the water

Floating

a sudden silence
painful accusations still
hanging in the air

tiny monarchs-
weightless
milkweed seeds

Harvest

a shaft of sunlight-
the autumnal equinox
finally arrives

apple harvest-
lengthening shadows
mark the time

Ethereal

rising from a dream
tasting a memory that’s
almost elusive

floating-
beholden to the wind
over a rising sun

Escape

under thick brambles
a stream runs through an arch
in an old stone wall

empty talons-
a chipmunk
avoids its fate

Purchase

children of gaia-
seeking purchase in every
crack in the pavement

dripping eaves-
english ivy climbs
these old stone walls

Sleep

bone tired and weary
my eyes close and I pray for
the sleep of the dead

falling-
engulfed by darkness
deep and dreamless

Snare

trapped in the darkness
never wanting to leave this
beautiful nightmare

hoarfrost-
webs frozen
on the moor

Heat

my temper flares up
in the heat of the moment
yet I’m the one burned

desert sun-
my ego buried
in the sand

Sacrifice

thick solemn silence
dozens of flag draped coffins
lining the tarmac

echoes of summer-
shell casings
in a folded flag