Trees

november evening-
skeletal trees charcoal black
in the fading light

graveyard’s edge-
bone fingers
in the mist

Graveside

aimlessly searching
for a place to lay my bones
when the light fails me

fresh engravings-
the morning sun
on frosted stone

Beneath

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

daydream-
warm sunlight
under my skin

Rise

autumn morning light
wanders in through the curtains-
your slow even breath

darkness-
waking to
a sudden rain

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

Sunlight

sensing acceptace
evil walks in the daylight
no longer afraid

sunlight-
insects scatter
from prying eyes

Heat

arid desert sands
old leather cracking in the
unforgiving sun

rising smoke-
a candle’s
last remnants

Dawn

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

open windows-
awake before
the alarm