Rule of Thirds

Early morning rises smoky
pink on gray granite
then fades to spotless blue over
brown and yellow shreds of late autumn

I focus my time lapse stare
on bare ranges, every peak
an undressed mannequin
waiting winter’s white dress

A honking flock sweeps past
the lone foreground spruce
in slow motion cinematic triumph
eludes capture

Coffee Rations

He looks me in the eye,

expresses gentle thanks

accepts the gift card I say

in the name of Jesus

pressing his arm so he knows

Touch and Who answered

the prayer from those blue 

eyes set on a leathery field

framed with scrub brush

The flag of his face follows

me to the car, drapes itself

over the passenger seat

and my mind

wanders along streets of militant

people who drove

his retreat to that

corner on this day

in the shy way

rain does not wish to fall 

on the just 

Divided

Orange sun rises 
to do battle with clouds 
and the shy rain hesitates 
to take sides.