Solitude

shut in this fortress
long days spent looking over
my kingdom of sand

rising tides-
my castle begins
to crumble

Transience

hallucinations-
my ephemeral partners
along for the ride

water lilies-
a pond dimpled
by dragonflies

Temptation

clear azure waters
tropical sun overhead
melting my resolve

bronzed skin-
one more glass
of dutch courage

Eyes

the burning red orb
casts its gaze about the land
hard and unblinking

ragweed-
my eyes swollen
and gritty

Driving

the ragtop put down
bare feet up on the dashboard
red hair in the wind

pacific coast highway-
california dreamin’
on the radio

Volcano

bottles of cognac
cast upon volcanic rock
a gift to pele

catharsis-
rivers of fire
run to the sea

Puddles

a rippling sky
cast in all directions by
a child’s rubber boots

parting clouds-
blue jays bathe
in tiny ponds

Fog

sand hill cranes glide through
frost smoke on a mountain lake
as the day begins

coming ashore-
fog blankets
the lighthouse

Regret

ghosts of the future
block my way and haunt me with
all I could have been

heavy rain-
our great oak
uprooted

Ocean

white flecks of sea foam
spraying off the ocean waves
and the rising tide

onshore winds-
smell of salt
and the sea