Beginning

chasing the sunset
just over the horizon
ever out of reach

hoary grass-
the sky aglow in
morning twilight

Passing

death comes unbidden-
a brief pause before leaving
to collect his due

icicles-
melting in
the winer sun

Heath

splintering sunlight
broad winter shadows reaching
out across the lea

fresh snow-
a smattering
of paw prints

Mists

early morning haze
the pale tint of the full moon
just above the trees

first light-
the fog and I
rise together

Waste

stolen innocence-
inured to constant violence
and lost empathy

distant wildfires
a false sunset in
the eastern sky

Winter

the low midday sun
shadows of geese noiselessly
passing overhead

dancing water
a clingy black shift
of morning ice

Arid

jagged windblown sand
making a meal of driftwood
in the desert sun

just beyond the dunes
a faint whisper of
false promises

Drought

shutters hang askew
a cracked and peeling screen door
banging in the wind

fading laughter
shards of glass litter
the sun baked earth

Whispers

lying in the grass
in quiet conversation
with the fallen leaves

mottled sunlight
spruce needles
murmur underfoot

Comfort

come to me softly
slip off your shoes and we’ll dance
in the evening sand

mid morning sun
warm black sand after
the retreating tide