Pirates

awash in the tide
a ruined galleon lists
her cannons askew

prevailing winds
limping home
on torn sails

Sleep

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

coveting
the cool side
of her pillow

Sunset

windows thrown open
sheer curtains gently wafting
in the evening breeze

becoming Icarus
flying westward
chasing the sun

Nature

clinging to the light
for fear I may yet answer
when the darkness calls

spring rains
surging cataracts
once docile streams

Impediments

impatient lemmings
craggy rocks block their passage
to the sea below

spring rains
a beaver dam
overflowing

Change

light plays on the walls
alternating blue and red
the sirens, silent

puddles in the street
turning to steam
in the sun

Sol

the sky burns crimson
in anticipation of
the ocean’s embrace

dawn chorus
an homage to
the rising sun

Distance

across the table
the chasm between us grows
wider day by day

a sudden stampede
of white horses
August rains

Nocturne

relaxing at last
working out in the garden
under the moonlight

high silver clouds
a beaver breaks
the water’s surface

Precipice

searing summer heat
just pushed our relationship
past the tipping point

a praying mantis
in search of her
post-coital snack