Parched

staring down into
another empty bottle
devoid of answers

august sun-
tumbleweeds across
a dry creek

Addiction

a candle and spoon-
the bare bulb above her head
casts a harsh shadow

on the corner-
slowing headlights
catch the rain

Tornados

dark foreboding clouds
low in the afternoon sky
harbingers of doom

soft rain-
broken trees
and power lines

Morning

dew covered hillsides-
clouds escape the grass just to
touch the morning sun

morning lovers-
sunlight caught
in my coffee cup

Homecoming

canadian geese
on the way to warmer climes-
cloudless autumn sky

mottled light-
kits in their den
below the forest floor

Motherhood

that look in your eyes-
it’s an hour before dawn and
we need to leave now

exhausted-
more beautiful
than ever

Red

early may morning-
cardinals flit among the
forsythia blooms

noonday sun-
ripe strawberries
hiding in the shade

Tired

feeling quite tired-
always the one left behind
cleaning up your mess

monday morning –
waiting for
the phone call

Awake

I crawl into bed
too tired to fall asleep
reliving the day

a warm breeze-
awake in my bed
paralyzed

Wasted

nose against the glass
looking through my reflection
at life passing by

still water-
echos of
narcissus