Carving

shavings of maple
remnants of a craftsman’s work
spread across the floor

a willow tree
the old man carves
in the shade

Evening

ephemeral rain-
bird songs echo from the trees
in the fading light

twilight-
a grove
of amber

Night

my open window-
from the red barn a white owl
asks me one question

transfixed-
the field mouse stares
at his death

Light

a time of rebirth-
years spent living in the dark
rescued by your light

through the water
dancing reflections
from the surface

Notes

second grade romance-
a slip of paper folded
and passed hand to hand

mardi gras-
her number on
a bar napkinL

Seas

waiting for the sea-
an ancient mariner mourns
the arriving tide

bedraggled skies-
limp with rain over
an unkempt sea

Café

a sidewalk cafe-
lunch forgotten as a crow
lands on my table

al fresco-
a rain drop
in my coffee

Waterfall

born of the mountains
falling over age worn stone
scattering the sun

summer solstice-
roaring water
fills my ears

Betrayal

in a shadow box
fragments of my broken heart
preserved and on display

shimmering heat-
pools of water
just out of reach

Age

as day turns to night
the sun gives her dying light
to the mountain tops

mountain peaks-
aging temples
streaked with snow