Direction

guiding my journey
walking with the ghost of you
on my chosen path

dripping boulders
surging white water
streams diverging

Wetlands

sinking in the marsh
twisted and leafless corpses
wither in the sun

restive fish
dipping into
the surface

Alar

walking with my thoughts
the sudden flurry of wings
once more I’m alone

circling on updrafts
watching the fish
take wing

Autumn

an afternoon walk
the shuffling of footsteps
through the fallen leaves

a quiet brook
the sharp snap
of a dry twig

Emergence

a wolf’s low howling
echoes down the canyon walls
mournful and hollow

bathed in sunlight
a new swallowtail
unfurls it’s wings

Pirates

awash in the tide
a ruined galleon lists
her cannons askew

prevailing winds
limping home
on torn sails

Rain

on the horizon
thunderclouds loom low, heavy
with impending rain

pounding drums
turning slowly to
polite applause

Chill

as dawn approaches
the breath of autumn whispers
in the swirling leaves

barefoot at dawn
walking in the surf
I draw you closer

Honed

working the block plane
paper thin curls of maple
littering the floor

a snowy owl
gliding silently
across the night

Reeds

at the marsh’s edge
flat water just visible
between the rushes

cat tails
swaying in
the salt breeze