Splinter

rid of you at last
cut from where you’d gotten lodged
just under my skin

last year’s maple leaves-
splinters from a
prior life

Stream

through the forest glen
long ribbons of water flow
over time worn stones

white water-
children’s laughter
in the froth

Payment

one thing is certain-
with the taxes completed
l just wait for death

lights dim-
a life’s debt
repaid

Silence

a deer in the woods-
the chorus of spring peepers
suddenly silent

midnight-
startled awake by
preternatural stillness

Tide

the slow push of surf-
a lighthouse in the distance
obscured by the fog

distant foghorns
cairns lost
to the tide

Thaw

great sheets of lake ice
cracked and heaving in the sun
as they come onshore

a cold night-
the ice in your drink
begins to melt

Return

ripples on ripples-
the pond’s once glassy surface
welcomes back the rain

a forest lea-
the doe and her fawn
return to the wood

Music

rhapsody in blue-
the crush of humanity
just outside my ears

the subway shuttle-
a ragged busker
bows his violin

Wood

the smell of sawdust-
practiced hands work the gouges

turning wood to art

ocean waves-
driftwood rests
among the shells

River

a long meander-
river banks bent by the slow
persistence of time

weeping willows-
cattails and rushes
bend in the wind