Chill
as dawn approaches
the breath of autumn whispers
in the swirling leaves
–
barefoot at dawn
walking in the surf
I draw you closer
as dawn approaches
the breath of autumn whispers
in the swirling leaves
–
barefoot at dawn
walking in the surf
I draw you closer
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
steering through the shoals
drawn in by the siren’s song
of my flannel sheets
–
coveting
the cool side
of her pillow
lacy spanish moss
draping across Savannah’s
majestic live oaks
–
wooden rocking chair
under a porch fan
tatting doilies
windows thrown open
sheer curtains gently wafting
in the evening breeze
–
becoming Icarus
flying westward
chasing the sun
working the block plane
paper thin curls of maple
littering the floor
–
a snowy owl
gliding silently
across the night
a symbol of strength
welcoming travelers that
seek her destruction
–
in the forest
of fallen oaks
a sapling grows
sleep so elusive
reliving memories in
my childhood bedroom
–
oppressive heat
clock watching
until sunrise
at the marsh’s edge
flat water just visible
between the rushes
–
cat tails
swaying in
the salt breeze
not quite a woman
and yet no longer a girl
searching for her path
–
fresh snow
treading lightly
in your footprints