Beneath

barefoot in the grass-
the rhythm of seasons
under her sundress

daydream-
warm sunlight
under my skin

Penance

mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth

born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night

Sniper

a callous wind blows
through the cracks in these old bones
and broken windows

rusty mountains-
poppy fields in
a sniper’s scope

Frost

icy autumn breath
a sliver of the full moon
gazes down on me

morning run-
frozen leaves
crunch underfoot

Fish

waiting for the sun-
sitting on a weathered dock
fishing rod in hand

fly fishing-
casting shadows
on the water

Leaves

a single oak leaf
silently floats through the air
under azure skies

twelve again-
shuffling through
a pile of leaves

Scotland

coastal bittersweet-
north winds blow the raging sea
against the breakers

highland cliffs-
amethyst heather
in bloom

Dawn

waiting for the sun
thready morning clouds make way
for her arrival

open windows-
awake before
the alarm

Silver

waning pewter clouds
part to reveal the dark moon
hidden in plain sight

silver threads-
weaving by
moonlight

Plummet

disoriented
twisted, I fall through my dreams
and land in my bed

ephemeral-
fire across
the evening sky