Recollections

our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one

calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing

Amour

your licorice lips
the taste of clove and anise
lingers on my tongue

quiet sunrise
a rose bud
slowly opens

Luna

a slice of the night
carved out of a starless sky
gleaming, motionless

chaff in the wind
burnished brass
low on the horizon

Fields

the november breeze
ushers in the harvest of
amber winter wheat

windblown clouds
shadows glide
over golden fields

Commune

seeking mindfulness
and wisdom while studying
in nature’s classroom

spring rains
buried acorns
start to seed

Evening

ghost of summer’s sun
ring tailed bandits in the night
making such mischief

october sky
arcturus settles in
to the throne of the king

Rainfall

flashes light the sky
the guttural wind, distant
whither comes the storm

laid bare
desperately
seeking shelter

Frost

long morning shadows
the first sign of winter falls
from the autumn sky

winter’s finger
paint on my
window panes

Transition

a warm ombré sky
the slowly turning sunlight
at the edge of night

green waters
tadpoles weave
through the rushes

Luna

on the horizon
a perfect amber orb rests
motionless in space

molten silver
seeps through
barren branches