Sleep

the blankets askew-
as you start to fall asleep
we share the same breath

dream talking-
I lie beside you
and listen

Breeze

honeysuckle winds
blowing through the fresh linens
hanging on the line

an evening walk-
the perfume of
my neighbor’s grill

Firefly

a cricket’s chorus-
mercury and venus lost
amid the fireflies

emergent dusk-
spatters of light
in the new grass

Snow

a sheltered hollow-
in the footsteps of winter
the last melting snow

mid april-
morning grass
crusted with snow

Nightmare

white foam at her lips-
on ebon hooves she gallops
through the endless night

riderless-
the bearer of
secret horrors

Remnants

footprints in the sand-
the incoming tide covers
any trace of me

amid the leaves-
an adder’s
shed skin

Evening

sleep winds through the trees-
a woodland lullaby of
peepers and croakers

a veil of clouds-
crickets and frogs
escort the moon

Decline

social distancing-
tulip blossoms pay no heed
to the fall of man

robin’s song-
mankind’s
lament

Warming

softly glowing coals-
the gentle curve of your hips
make the snow drifts blush

afternoon sun-
rising streams
of snow melt

Block

the day’s writing gone-
a vast expanse of paper
waiting on the muse

pen to paper-
the clock again
rolls over