Parched
staring down into
another empty bottle
devoid of answers
–
august sun-
tumbleweeds across
a dry creek
staring down into
another empty bottle
devoid of answers
–
august sun-
tumbleweeds across
a dry creek
a candle and spoon-
the bare bulb above her head
casts a harsh shadow
–
on the corner-
slowing headlights
catch the rain
dark foreboding clouds
low in the afternoon sky
harbingers of doom
–
soft rain-
broken trees
and power lines
dew covered hillsides-
clouds escape the grass just to
touch the morning sun
–
morning lovers-
sunlight caught
in my coffee cup
canadian geese
on the way to warmer climes-
cloudless autumn sky
–
mottled light-
kits in their den
below the forest floor
that look in your eyes-
it’s an hour before dawn and
we need to leave now
–
exhausted-
more beautiful
than ever
early may morning-
cardinals flit among the
forsythia blooms
–
noonday sun-
ripe strawberries
hiding in the shade
feeling quite tired-
always the one left behind
cleaning up your mess
–
monday morning –
waiting for
the phone call
I crawl into bed
too tired to fall asleep
reliving the day
–
a warm breeze-
awake in my bed
paralyzed
nose against the glass
looking through my reflection
at life passing by
–
still water-
echos of
narcissus