Lake

a whitewashed rowboat-
dark supple fingers lightly
crease the still water

concentric rings-
arrhythmic
dripping

Pond

ripples from skipped stones-
a startled box turtle slips
beneath the surface

sudden silence-
dragonflies rest
on dimpled water

City

asphalt reflections-
roots of concrete, steel, and glass
descend from the mist

the muted city-
not quite rain
falling

Sand

a windswept sandbar-
terns and driftwood bear witness
to the passing clouds

the water’s edge-
a plover’s tracks
turn to sea

Death

absent mourning doves-
I wander aimless around
this cold empty house

twelve years gone-
still missing your
hair in the sink

Rain

passing sun showers-
warm rains tease my garden
with false promises

grey soil
peppered brown-
scattered rain

release

lingering aimless-
attempting to cross in vain
the border of death

almost free-
weightless and yet
still tied to the earth

coastal

approaching daybreak-
the sea air rimed with salt and
the taste of seaweed

sand and foam-
the gull’s cry
lingers

Shore

an old stone jetty-
the last hint of sunset ebbs
with the falling tide

ashen driftwood-
heavily sculpted
by the pounding surf

Rain

slowly clearing skies-
the stillness of rain water
in a fallen leaf

soft wet earth-
a new stream born
of autumn rain