Tired

dressed in homespun
with an old straw broom, barefoot
sweeping the dirt floor

breaking sun
moist soil on
the coffin’s lid

Alar

walking with my thoughts
the sudden flurry of wings
once more I’m alone

circling on updrafts
watching the fish
take wing

Attention

running on instinct
pure adrenaline, and a
case of diet coke

pewter moonlight
silver fish turn
in pools of mist

Pirates

awash in the tide
a ruined galleon lists
her cannons askew

prevailing winds
limping home
on torn sails

Rain

on the horizon
thunderclouds loom low, heavy
with impending rain

pounding drums
turning slowly to
polite applause

Chill

as dawn approaches
the breath of autumn whispers
in the swirling leaves

barefoot at dawn
walking in the surf
I draw you closer

Reeds

at the marsh’s edge
flat water just visible
between the rushes

cat tails
swaying in
the salt breeze

Fractures

splintering sunlight
golden arrow shafts quiver
piercing the water

the dog days
interrupted by
shattered glass

Nature

clinging to the light
for fear I may yet answer
when the darkness calls

spring rains
surging cataracts
once docile streams

Impediments

impatient lemmings
craggy rocks block their passage
to the sea below

spring rains
a beaver dam
overflowing