Remnants

footprints in the sand-
the incoming tide covers
any trace of me

amid the leaves-
an adder’s
shed skin

Remnants

thousands of moments
the taste of a prior life
memories of you

late winter-
pockmarks
in the snow

Remnants

the day’s work is done
a blanket of fog settles
over bleaching bones

curling water-
the soft rattle
of empty shells

Remnants

a resting mayfly
the dimples in the water
signaling a carp

spreading ripples
a gossamer wing
on the surface