Future

flooded rice paddies
on the roadside sheaves of straw
drying in the sun

high spring sun
nimble fingers
sowing wheat

Faith

an icy black rain
the autumn harvest freezes
while still in the field

a desert night
cold hard water
feeds the fire

Escape

stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse

smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence

Outreach

reaching through the gloom
seeking the humanity
common to us all

a red call box
tendrils of fog
climbing the ivy

Unease

alone on the sea
caught in a tempest’s fury
far from her home port

an unfamiliar bed
the southern cross
in the night sky

Shock

distant sirens wail
slowly I realize that
you’re not coming home

a warm shower
startled awake
by the telephone

Emegence

on the river bank
the flashing of fireflies
set the trees alight

soaring gulls
an empty shell
half in the sand

Recollections

our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one

calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing

Castles

the Scottish highlands
a castle ruin, moss, and stone
rising from the moors

falcons take wing
moonlight ripples
on the loch

Fire

well seasoned hardwood
crackles and hisses as it
slowly turns to ash

rolling seas
a cigarette cupped
against the wind