Hunter
searching for respite
from the stalkers in the night
attacking my toes
–
morning dew
gossamer threads
catch the sunrise
searching for respite
from the stalkers in the night
attacking my toes
–
morning dew
gossamer threads
catch the sunrise
box turtles basking
motionless, gently drifting
on a floating log
–
acorns falling
a silver flash
ripples the water
small talk in their booth
a dinner plate shatters and
she’s back in Iraq
–
turning winds
a yearling doe
prepares to bolt
luminous, rising
from below an ebony lake
in her hand, a sword
–
sunlit hillsides
shadows rolling
slowly to the shore
ripped from a deep sleep
waking up in tattered clothes
not sure where I am
–
full moon rising
my true form
no longer hidden
an ominous day
dark clouds pass before the sun
portents of ruin
–
stippled hillsides
revealing light and
fleeting shadows
wishing you all peace
in the hope and promise of
the coming new year
–
auburn leaves
a chestnut takes root
in the dampened earth
dressed in homespun
with an old straw broom, barefoot
sweeping the dirt floor
–
breaking sun
moist soil on
the coffin’s lid
running on instinct
pure adrenaline, and a
case of diet coke
–
pewter moonlight
silver fish turn
in pools of mist
awash in the tide
a ruined galleon lists
her cannons askew
–
prevailing winds
limping home
on torn sails