Chill

as dawn approaches
the breath of autumn whispers
in the swirling leaves

barefoot at dawn
walking in the surf
I draw you closer

Transition

as night turns to day
the glow of the morning star
hidden by the dawn

last night’s coals
by my breath
flare to life

Sleep

steering through the shoals
drawn in by the siren’s song
of my flannel sheets

coveting
the cool side
of her pillow

Southern

lacy spanish moss
draping across Savannah’s
majestic live oaks

wooden rocking chair
under a porch fan
tatting doilies

Sunset

windows thrown open
sheer curtains gently wafting
in the evening breeze

becoming Icarus
flying westward
chasing the sun

Honed

working the block plane
paper thin curls of maple
littering the floor

a snowy owl
gliding silently
across the night

Pillars

a symbol of strength
welcoming travelers that
seek her destruction

in the forest
of fallen oaks
a sapling grows

Insomnia

sleep so elusive
reliving memories in
my childhood bedroom

oppressive heat
clock watching
until sunrise

Reeds

at the marsh’s edge
flat water just visible
between the rushes

cat tails
swaying in
the salt breeze

Tao

not quite a woman
and yet no longer a girl
searching for her path

fresh snow
treading lightly
in your footprints