Beach

the incoming tide
laps the shore and erases
our sandy footprints

whispering surf-
driftwood
in the reeds

Transformation

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

wildfires-
a cold late
autumn rain

Pond

a thin skin of ice
on the koi pond slowly melts
in the morning sun

floating leaves-
autumn carp swim
in lazy circles

Shock

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

distant rain-
unexpected
lightning

Sand

asleep on the beach-
so far away from winter
and your icy touch

caribbean surf-
tracing lazy circles
on the small your back

Tragedy

echoing silence-
bodies strewn haphazardly
on the downtown streets

an absence of birds-
villagers gather fish
in the receding sea

Harvest

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

short shadows-
winnowing wheat
under the burning sun

Disregard

you can take my heart
and do with it what you will
I’m finished with it

driftwood-
sand dunes
strewn by the wind

Death

cold and sterile rooms-
the emptiness of being
alone here with you

makeshift rafts-
icy waters
devoid of life

Time

eyes closed, steady breaths-
trying to push the anger
back into the box

boiling seas-
lava slowly turns
to cold stone