the centennial oak
gives its last shade
to the woodcutter


 

blanched almonds ...
the looking glasses
of her eyes


through the cracks
tendrils of things not said ...
winter tomb


 

tendrils
burgeon through the cracks . . .
winter tomb


offspring
of star-crossed lovers ...
the epitaphs


 

nesting birds, yet
the words 'at peace'
so final


 

the willow
sieving sunlight
and stillness


 

pretend shot put ...
the weight of the world
opens his head


 

water-logged worms
rise to feasting birds ...
spring downpour


 

catching dreams
from the sound of night ...
unspoken words


 

Christus Rex ...
in our beginning
and our end


 

winter bride
stripped bare of all
but song


 

passing cloud ...
a moment's grace
just like that


 

just shadows
now on calvary ...
rugby posts


 

willow leaves
sieving rivers ...
dream debris


 

going the distance ...
a child circumnavigates
his horizons


a tree too
bends over backwards
before its time


 

final call . . .
he staggers into
the wind


dawn stillness ...
the spent passion
of night winds