Impermanence

on this lonesome road
my only legacy the
footprints in the dust

empty shells-
ocean waves
wash the shore

Desert

ghosts walk the streets of
an abandoned mining town
out of the shadows

desert shade-
sand dancing
across the road

Arc

the early morning sun
walks amid the wet grass and
turns the dew to gold

twilight-
memories of dreams
most elusive

Transition

near enough to see
daylight fading to the point
where the rain begins

tending the garden-
raindrops warm
on my neck

Remembrance

in a dusty tin
a collection of the days
that lead me to you

withered leaves-
the memories of
an old diary

Ocean

the sun reaching down
tenderly kissing the edge
of the atlantic

sandpipers-
morning waves
kiss my feet

the full moon unveiled
from behind translucent clouds
poised for summer’s kiss

an owl’s call-
the full moon
follows me home

Stone

a taste of freedom-
locked within a castle mount
above the meadows

afternoon heat-
careful hands
fitting stone

History

roaring bonfires burn-
shadows of ancient stones paint
the salisbury plain

waning daylight-
a crow stands guard
over those long dead

Departed

the time worn tombstones
children taken far too soon
their stories untold

a cardinal takes wing-
poppy blossoms
in the church yard