Shelter

freshly mown spring grass
a frog hops to the safety
of an old stone wall

the bull frog
peeks out from
behind a stone

Salvation

drowning in darkness
heaved out and left on the rocks
gasping for the sun

sinking…
yearning for
the surface

Fatalism

I wake intent on
fighting an uphill battle
I know I will lose

high tide
a turtle shell
lies empty

Evening

burnt umber thickets
briars silhouetted by
a russet sunset

brambles
illuminated by
the dying day

Pact

a feather’s tip nicks
the torn paper’s ragged edge
bleeding bright black ink

an obligation
the contract
signed in blood

Fantasy

lilacs in her hair
as she lays in the grass with
clouds floating whimsy

escapees from
my minds eye
in the clouds

Safety

in the forest glen
a dappled fawn lies hidden
in the underbrush

shrouded
cloaked within
our own narrative

Nostalgia

living in the past
reaching out for the echoes
of what used to be

wistful
remembering the way
things never were

Deluge

a flash of lighting
tears the fabric of the night
letting in the rain

wet brilliance
slicing through
shadows

Detritus

I drag my feet through
the dust of relationships
that I’ve left behind

shuffling
forward into
an empty future