Rhythm

shortening my stride
slowing behind old lovers
walking hand in hand

icy harbor-
the crush of a
rising and falling tide

Promise

strangers on a bus
the empty seat next to you
very enticing

barefoot in the grass-
your hair falling
across my shoulder

Age

living with strangers-
years torn from my memory
replayed day by day

dimming light-
a quiet place
to lay my head

Serenity

gossamer weavings-
drops of early morning dew
snare the rising sun

birdsong-
the stillness
of false dawn

Evening

sunset through the trees
one final glory beneath
the coming of night

rising shadows-
silhouettes against
the dusky sky

Depth

deep meditation-
searching for infinity
by looking within

lotus blossoms-
deeply breathing
the forest peace

Quiet

so much left unsaid
I’m not sure that I can take
your icy silence

pools of sunshine-
the soft dripping
of melting ice

Suppression

deafening silence
our civil ramparts falling
amidst the chaos

spring rain-
roaring floods muted
underwater

Sunset

the chill of the moon-
the sun wraps herself tightly
in the cloak of night

the winter sky-
delicate pearls grace
the neck of the night

Spring

alabaster hills
cherry blossoms harken to
the first blush of spring

snowdrops-
a hint of cherry
on your lips