Midday

box turtles basking
motionless, gently drifting
on a floating log

acorns falling
a silver flash
ripples the water

Additions

with needle sharp teeth
and razor edged claws they tear
my curtains to shreds

silence-
the thunder
of tiny feet

Silver

moonlight runs into
the soft hollow of your throat
and spills down your breast

blue black night
the grey owl
becomes the moon

Compassion

kindness costs nothing
but a small smile, a warm heart,
and a bit of love

cold pavement
wrapped in the gift
of a warm blanket

Together

barely enough room
in my zippered sleeping bag
for the two of us

white footprints
your hand
tightly in mine

Figurehead

sandals dangling
water lapping at her thighs
her lover, the sea

billowing white clouds
salty ocean mists
kiss her face

Redemption

clinging to the flames
my mortal sins escape me
carried by the wind

absolution
casting bread
upon the water

Panic

small talk in their booth
a dinner plate shatters and
she’s back in Iraq

turning winds
a yearling doe
prepares to bolt

Aglow

luminous, rising
from below an ebony lake
in her hand, a sword

sunlit hillsides
shadows rolling
slowly to the shore

Water

after images
through the rain streaked windowpanes
impending thunder

mountain stream
a whisper of
quiet nonsense