New England

air laced with woodsmoke
thick with a rich silence as
the rain turns to snow

twilight
listening to
the snow fall

Comfort

come to me softly
slip off your shoes and we’ll dance
in the evening sand

mid morning sun
warm black sand after
the retreating tide

Faith

jewel in the lotus
tibetan prayer wheels turned by
cascades of water

a winter dawn
snow skates across
the temple threshold

War

wet and matted hair
cold rain, hot blood, and cordite
soak into the dirt

a sparrow-
perched on
a ruined shell

Currents

dark, ominous skies
grey terns perched on a buoy
turned to face the wind

roiling water
gulls soar effortlessly
above the rocky shoals

Missing

lingering on a
sea of empty promises
wet with resentment

dripping-
an eagle’s
empty talons

Immediacy

ice over fresh snow
the delicate crust holds me
momentarily

warm green grass
a raindrop rolls
down my cheek

Passage

a flash of silver
bright water patters and breaks
the woodland silence

finally unfettered
carried aloft
on golden wings

Shoreline

as the tide comes in
the quiet surf erases
our mingled footprints

salt breezes
clammers digging
in the wet sand

Runnels

a hot summer morn
in the curl of a turned leaf
the gathering dew

a ringing anvil
collecting
beads of sweat