Regrowth

budding at long last
relationships long buried
exposed to the light

tawney pine straw
a squirrel caches
his winter stores

Weary

bone tired, weary
driven forward all the while
dragging this baggage

shimmering heat
an old prospector
pulls at his burro

Vermilion

the last vestige
of the sinking evening sun
sets the sky alight

painted hillsides
a winding road turns
though burning leaves

Passage

a flash of silver
bright water patters and breaks
the woodland silence

finally unfettered
carried aloft
on golden wings

Shoreline

as the tide comes in
the quiet surf erases
our mingled footprints

salt breezes
clammers digging
in the wet sand

Runnels

a hot summer morn
in the curl of a turned leaf
the gathering dew

a ringing anvil
collecting
beads of sweat

Future

flooded rice paddies
on the roadside sheaves of straw
drying in the sun

high spring sun
nimble fingers
sowing wheat

Lost

seeking your guidance
for I cannot find my way
alone through the dark

an eerie green glow
eyes wide open
in the darkness

Crimson

the low morning sun
behind a red crepe myrtle
it’s branches aflame

fresh snow
blowing alight the coals
of last nights fire

Recollections

our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one

calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing