July 2017 – Page 2

perfectly flat stones
skipping on a gentle arc
across the water
–
a quiet splash-
willow branches
touch the water

on this lonesome road
my only legacy the
footprints in the dust
–
empty shells-
ocean waves
wash the shore

ghosts walk the streets of
an abandoned mining town
out of the shadows
–
desert shade-
sand dancing
across the road

anger in the air
reflections in the window
barely ghosts of us
–
cat tails-
the calm surface
minnows just below

the early morning sun
walks amid the wet grass and
turns the dew to gold
–
twilight-
memories of dreams
most elusive

near enough to see
daylight fading to the point
where the rain begins
–
tending the garden-
raindrops warm
on my neck

in a dusty tin
a collection of the days
that lead me to you
–
withered leaves-
the memories of
an old diary

continuity-
ancient traditions upheld
for generations
–
lichens on stone-
the huron pine
adds another ring

fields of wildflowers
fastidiously tended
by hard working bees
–
summer afternoon-
nectar turning
to honey

the sun reaching down
tenderly kissing the edge
of the atlantic
–
sandpipers-
morning waves
kiss my feet