Community

surrounded by friends
sitting around the campfire
retelling old tales

clearing skies-
broken branches
new neighbors

Jamaica

from across the beach-
the hollow silver ring of
a turtle drum band

a cold red stripe-
cabana lights
gently sway

Venus

naked in the sun
draped in caribbean light
among the seashells

abalone-
the warm glow
of auburn skin

Rain

drops of quicksilver
balanced precariously
on a blade of grass

stained glass-
the palette
heavy rain

Vacation

giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands

shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze

Anger

dark clouds veil the sun-
abandoned by my shadow
alone once again

brooding skies-
the scowl of
thunderclouds

Risk

changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends

a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice

Death

a mournful windsong
whispering past long dead oaks-
the forest’s lament

graveside rain-
one last leaf
taken by the wind

Zen

perfectly flat stones
skipping on a gentle arc
across the water

a quiet splash-
willow branches
touch the water

Impermanence

on this lonesome road
my only legacy the
footprints in the dust

empty shells-
ocean waves
wash the shore