Into the Sunset

let me slip off in peace
avoiding the rivers of
lingering goodbyes

Sea Tales

sit on the shore
one with the driftwood — listen
to the sea’s soft tales

cattle munch their hay
falling snow powders their backs
what do they care?

soldier’s troubled mind
stained by bloody scenes
ah! comfort of song birds

down a prairie road
dappled fields of canola
sunshine in my soul

Anchored

planted here
in this dry land—my roots go deep
anchored to the sun

when my world is white
may I still discover
treasures in the snow

tornado alert
my cat stretches in its sleep
come what may

in bed with a fly
its constant buzz in my ear
saws at my patience

people stream past
fish in a rushing river
I gaze at my ticket
hoping it will bring me
to some gentle brook