Marshland
unexpected snow-
an onshore breeze silently
stirs the bulrushes
–
ebb tide-
snow falls gently
on the salt marsh
unexpected snow-
an onshore breeze silently
stirs the bulrushes
–
ebb tide-
snow falls gently
on the salt marsh
light wind in my sails-
her long supple fingers glide
through tranquil water
–
soft water-
stillness arrives
on silenced oars
unearthed by the wind-
stone sentinels laid low by
the passage of time
–
dew kissed moss-
a small stone shrine
unvisited
a thin scrim of frost-
muddy waters churn beneath
this fragile veneer
–
storm clouds-
reopening
old wounds
drowning each of us
in the blood of our comrades
within sight of shore
–
tulips blossom-
death takes no heed
upon who’s grave
soaring red-tailed hawks-
below veiled skies verdant trees
emerge from the mist
–
between the clouds
and the cut grass-
a wounded crow
grime covered windows-
watching the rain absently
stirring black coffee
–
street lights-
shadows of rain
on my paper napkin
dripping maple leaves-
raucous jays chase each other
through the sun shower
–
sunlit paving stones-
light rain ripples
transient puddles
under a clear sky-
if only this cloud of gnats
would leave me in peace
–
venus rising-
our picnic blanket
wet with dew
crimson in the sun-
the first cardinal of spring
on my garden gate
–
april morning-
daffodils
in the rain