Rain

on the horizon
thunderclouds loom low, heavy
with impending rain

pounding drums
turning slowly to
polite applause

Chill

as dawn approaches
the breath of autumn whispers
in the swirling leaves

barefoot at dawn
walking in the surf
I draw you closer

Transition

as night turns to day
the glow of the morning star
hidden by the dawn

last night’s coals
by my breath
flare to life

Southern

lacy spanish moss
draping across Savannah’s
majestic live oaks

wooden rocking chair
under a porch fan
tatting doilies

Pillars

a symbol of strength
welcoming travelers that
seek her destruction

in the forest
of fallen oaks
a sapling grows

Insomnia

sleep so elusive
reliving memories in
my childhood bedroom

oppressive heat
clock watching
until sunrise

Tao

not quite a woman
and yet no longer a girl
searching for her path

fresh snow
treading lightly
in your footprints

Light

sunflowers in bloom
all turning in unison
to bask in the sun

a salamander
atop a fence post
awaits the dawn

Rebirth

the light of hope shines
across the vastness of space
from a long dead star

a fallen oak
sprouting
shiitakes

Heat

thin tendrils of smoke
weave the final tapestry
of a dying fire

rose petals
still warm from
the evening sun