Puppeteer

up above the fray
just outside of the spotlight
he tugs on the strings

a rumpled hat-
his marionette dances
for loose change

Memories

in the dark shadows
cobwebs cling to memories
of a distant past

winter stubble-
remnants of
my father

Silence

as the sun rises
I try once more to forget
the sins of my past

spring evening-
frogs still
as I walk past

Comfort

years of my life spent
in the futile pursuit of
bubbe’s chicken soup

easy rain-
sandwiches and
tomato soup

White

slices of the moon
slivered through the window blinds
drape across your back

snowy owl-
cold branches
in the dead of night

Seasons

a stash of acorns
squirreled away for safekeeping
in a hollow tree

bird feeder-
spring daffodils
seek the sun

Sleep

your door left open-
looking back at you as I
close it behind me

moonlight-
your mobile
slowly winds down

Conflict

these nameless corpses
stacked upon one another
bear witness to war

cobalt sky-
birds nest in
the shattered roof

Cowgirl

sawdust on the floor-
the earthy aroma of
horse manure and hay

a saddle blanket-
riding bareback
in the tall grass

Wind

leaning back eyes closed
listening to the whitecaps
as they roll on shore

salt spray-
roaring wind
in my ears