Hunt

above the highway
a red tailed hawk circling
riding the thermals

hunting-
an osprey plummets
to the sea

Carving

shavings of maple
remnants of a craftsman’s work
spread across the floor

a willow tree
the old man carves
in the shade

Evening

ephemeral rain-
bird songs echo from the trees
in the fading light

twilight-
a grove
of amber

Rot

a fallen cedar
rotting in the undergrowth
turning back to earth

soft underfoot-
a carpet of
rotting leaves

Commitment

softly he sings-
the workday forgotten as
he tends his bonsai

an empty bench-
pigeons await
her arrival

Nesting

falling dogwood blooms-
little bird tell me why you’ve
abandoned your nest

morning drizzle-
a robin guards
her empty nest

Wind

wind rustles the leaves
and coaxes a dryad’s song
of spring from the trees

whispers-
forest giants
shake off the cold

Oaks

my outstretched fingers-
a solitary oak leaf
floating on the breeze

spring afternoon-
dozens of oak seeds
spin in the wind

Birth

midwinter moonlight-
hushed stillness split by the cries
of mother and child

nesting jays-
the silence of
broken eggshells

Cemetery

an old church graveyard
dogwood petals salt the ground
o’er the waiting dead

grey rain-
tumbled stones
on hallowed ground