Death

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

graveside rain-
one last leaf
taken by the wind

Impermanence

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

empty shells-
ocean waves
wash the shore

Desert

ghosts walk the streets of
an abandoned mining town
out of the shadows

desert shade-
sand dancing
across the road

Driven

quarter past midnight-
the breath of the city through
my open window

leafless trees-
darkened cars through
the driving rain

Away

high above the clouds
all my worries down below
so far behind me

steaming tarmac-
a double rainbow
delays our flight

Afloat

iron seas and skies
sailing into the north wind
my face to the rain

solitude-
my paddle dips
into glassy water

Fire

the burning forests-
gaia’s tears turn to embers
borne off by the wind

peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire

Escape

the wind in your hair
miles unspooling behind us
escaping our past

needle and thread-
finding holes
in a spider’s web

Weather

flurries of spring snow-
aspen seeds riding the wind
drifting in the sun

iron anvils-
the thickening
of august

Rememberence

thoughts of the fallen-
those who purchased our freedoms
with their flesh and blood

old glory-
a red haze blinding
the dogs of war