Rain

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

soft wet earth-
a new stream born
of autumn rain

Winter

february hush-
dawn reveals willows dressed in
january snow

sunrise-
crusted snow
underfoot

Wind

ivory wavelets-
remnants of the evening’s wind
scalloped in the snow

winter’s fury-
a tempest borne
on driven snow

Time

a neglected path-
moss hides a forgotten shrine
the small gods long gone

meditation-
clay teapots
dry in the sun

Blizzard

february wind-
red cheeks burning from a cold
slap across the face

digging out-
melting snow
mingles with sweat

Moonlight

frigid midnight winds-
the moon smears lampblack shadows
on the virgin snow

wolf moon-
winter berries
turn to ash

Predawn

rails shrouded in fog-
a ghost train departs beneath
the approaching dawn

sunrise shadows-
nascent snow cradled in
dry autumn leaves

Until

unearthed by the wind-
stone sentinels laid low by
the passage of time

dew kissed moss-
a small stone shrine
unvisited

History

a thin scrim of frost-
muddy waters churn beneath
this fragile veneer

storm clouds-
reopening
old wounds

Ghosts

milkweed in the wind-
beside the ancient live oak
I bury our bones

a lonesome gong-
pale wisps of trees
fade in the mist