Harvest

a shaft of sunlight-
the autumnal equinox
finally arrives

apple harvest-
lengthening shadows
mark the time

Reprieve

the pen freshly inked
yet hesitating over
whose name is written

falling leaves-
unheard, a hawk
passes overhead

Ethereal

rising from a dream
tasting a memory that’s
almost elusive

floating-
beholden to the wind
over a rising sun

Rain

little galoshes
stomping in puddles under
pastel umbrellas

thunderstorm-
rain shedding off
an elephant ear

Wind

the smell of sea salt
carried on the inland wind
by dangerous storms

flying fish-
on the bowsprit
the sea in her hair

September

speak not of winter-
late autumn flowers bloom through
lightly falling snow

caramel sunlight-
autumn’s first
turning leaf

Journey

exploring the world
starting with the common ground
found beneath my feet

fading sunlight-
stone steps
along my path

Heat

my temper flares up
in the heat of the moment
yet I’m the one burned

desert sun-
my ego buried
in the sand

Corvid

a murder of crows
as one silently take wing
into the august sky

turning winds-
a crow flies
before the sun

Houston

hoping against hope
to stem the incoming tide
and still it rises

august-
forsaken
by the sun