Falling

sprinting to your door
the rain soaked newspaper held
just over my head

staccato whispers-
light rain falling
through the trees

Willow

a warm southern breeze
long willow boughs sway gently
caressing the earth

spring rains-
the willow’s soft tears
darken the ground

Winter

as winter arrives
fog seeps into the valley
under a veiled moon

harvest moon-
the arthritic fingers
of barren trees

Freedom

standing at the bow
salt spray drenching your sundress
the sun in your hair

terns on the wing-
flecks of sea foam
floating gently past

Rain

caught in the moment
losing time watching you dance
barefoot in the rain

cloudburst-
green leaves on the
steaming pavement

Flight

down by the lakeside
a skein of migrating geese
glide in for a rest

hot pavement-
the roar of flight
fills my ears

Prints

walking in the snow
grinning as you casually
step in my footprints

robin tracks-
early spring
snowfall

Potential

gilded double doors
open with empty promises
of false salvation

heavy leaden sky-
swollen riverbanks
poised to overflow

Blank

staring deep into
an empty sheet of paper
conjuring the muse

winter’s canvas-
a palette of pine
and fresh snow

Lune

visiting the well
my wooden bucket dipping
deep in the moonlight

alongside the lake-
the harvest moon
follows me home