winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Light
a warm autumn glow-
dawn clouds steeped in honey spill
across the ocean
–
daybreak-
sunlight dances
on the wave tops
Drift
cold morning sunlight-
fruit wood smoke gently rises
from the stone chimney
–
Not yet risen-
the scent of kona
from the kitchen
Peace
the telephone rings-
it seems you and I still have
unfinished business
–
woolen socks and
warm apple cider-
my phone in a drawer
Sunset
warm evening colors-
wet oil paint dry bushed across
this canvas of sky
–
evening skies-
clouds blend into
the autumn canopy
Pittsburgh
just another day
thoughts and prayers for the dead while
no one does a thing
–
a quiet morning-
evil flourishes
in the silence
Agitation
open before me
the pages of my journal
blank and foreboding
–
onshore winds-
sand and shells
in the roiling surf
War
documenting war-
pages inked with the spilled blood
of the innocent
–
shimmering heat –
blood pools
in the desert sand
Luna
the full predawn moon
resting above the changing
autumn canopy
–
evening chill-
the moon dressed
in alabaster
Light
a warm autumn glow-
dawn clouds steeped in honey spill
across the ocean
–
daybreak-
sunlight dances
on the wave tops
Drift
cold morning sunlight-
fruit wood smoke gently rises
from the stone chimney
–
Not yet risen-
the scent of kona
from the kitchen
Peace
the telephone rings-
it seems you and I still have
unfinished business
–
woolen socks and
warm apple cider-
my phone in a drawer
Sunset
warm evening colors-
wet oil paint dry bushed across
this canvas of sky
–
evening skies-
clouds blend into
the autumn canopy
Pittsburgh
just another day
thoughts and prayers for the dead while
no one does a thing
–
a quiet morning-
evil flourishes
in the silence
Agitation
open before me
the pages of my journal
blank and foreboding
–
onshore winds-
sand and shells
in the roiling surf
War
documenting war-
pages inked with the spilled blood
of the innocent
–
shimmering heat –
blood pools
in the desert sand
Luna
the full predawn moon
resting above the changing
autumn canopy
–
evening chill-
the moon dressed
in alabaster
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