Marshland

unexpected snow-
an onshore breeze silently
stirs the bulrushes

ebb tide-
snow falls gently
on the salt marsh

Lake

light wind in my sails-
her long supple fingers glide
through tranquil water

soft water-
stillness arrives
on silenced oars

Until

unearthed by the wind-
stone sentinels laid low by
the passage of time

dew kissed moss-
a small stone shrine
unvisited

History

a thin scrim of frost-
muddy waters churn beneath
this fragile veneer

storm clouds-
reopening
old wounds

Injustice

drowning each of us
in the blood of our comrades
within sight of shore

tulips blossom-
death takes no heed
upon who’s grave

Alar

soaring red-tailed hawks-

below veiled skies verdant trees

emerge from the mist

between the clouds

and the cut grass-

a wounded crow

Diner

grime covered windows-
watching the rain absently
stirring black coffee

street lights-
shadows of rain
on my paper napkin

Sun shower

dripping maple leaves-
raucous jays chase each other
through the sun shower

sunlit paving stones-
light rain ripples
transient puddles

Evening

under a clear sky-
if only this cloud of gnats
would leave me in peace

venus rising-
our picnic blanket
wet with dew

Spring

crimson in the sun-
the first cardinal of spring
on my garden gate

april morning-
daffodils
in the rain