Hunter

searching for respite
from the stalkers in the night
attacking my toes

morning dew
gossamer threads
catch the sunrise

Midday

box turtles basking
motionless, gently drifting
on a floating log

acorns falling
a silver flash
ripples the water

Panic

small talk in their booth
a dinner plate shatters and
she’s back in Iraq

turning winds
a yearling doe
prepares to bolt

Aglow

luminous, rising
from below an ebony lake
in her hand, a sword

sunlit hillsides
shadows rolling
slowly to the shore

Lycanthrope

ripped from a deep sleep
waking up in tattered clothes
not sure where I am

full moon rising
my true form
no longer hidden

Shade

an ominous day
dark clouds pass before the sun
portents of ruin

stippled hillsides
revealing light and
fleeting shadows

Renewal

wishing you all peace
in the hope and promise of
the coming new year

auburn leaves
a chestnut takes root
in the dampened earth

Tired

dressed in homespun
with an old straw broom, barefoot
sweeping the dirt floor

breaking sun
moist soil on
the coffin’s lid

Attention

running on instinct
pure adrenaline, and a
case of diet coke

pewter moonlight
silver fish turn
in pools of mist

Pirates

awash in the tide
a ruined galleon lists
her cannons askew

prevailing winds
limping home
on torn sails