Campfire

hot rising embers
intermingle with the stars
as they float away

cracking fire-
oak and maple
turning to ash

Storm

dark menacing skies
downed trees and power lines-
the storm overhead

brooding clouds-
wolves bay
in the distance

Loss

hug your children tight
for tonight there are parents
who won’t get that chance

barren trees-
young branches
devoid of leaves

Evil

deep in the shadows
a dark malevolence seeps
from out of the woods

wicker basket-
destroying angels
lie in wait

Transformation

seeking inner peace
yearning to quench the darkness
that burns in my soul

wildfires-
a cold late
autumn rain

Sound

the sharp metal screech
of the trolley’s brakes snaps me
from my reverie

silver moonlight-
a screech owl perched
outside my window

Shock

putting down the phone
the harsh meaning of your words
doesn’t register

distant rain-
unexpected
lightning

Winter

delicate saplings-
bending to the fickle will
of the winter wind

bare branches-
a light dusting
of fresh snow

Impotence

by her bedroom door
listening to my daughter
cry herself to sleep

leafless boughs-
no resistance to
the howling winds

Harvest

early summer hay
cut by hand and harvested
drying in the sun

short shadows-
winnowing wheat
under the burning sun