Vixen

a warm summer night
the plaintive cries of a fox
echo from the woods

a burrow
tail wrapped
around her kits

Scars

it’s just a small cut
and it’s the last time, I swear
until the next one

self destruction
a trail of history
on my arms

Apprehension

since you got sent home
I’ve been sitting by your side
praying you’ll return

waiting-
trying not
to lose hope

Risk

don’t gamble on me
there’s far too much at stake and
you don’t know the score

what you see
I choose
to show

Anxiety

I’m never alone
my ally, my enemy
you’re always with me

ever present
that little voice
of self doubt

Patience

adrift in the tide
seagulls carving lazy arcs
through the azure sky

becalmed,
awaiting the moon
and the fish

Comfort

a cold winter night
staccato rain on the roof
you, keeping me warm

winter’s eve
with you, I’m
warm inside

Avoidance

in grape arbor
a cardinal seeks shelter
from the driving rain

secluded
deep within
my wine glass

Salvation

drowning in darkness
heaved out and left on the rocks
gasping for the sun

sinking…
yearning for
the surface

Fatalism

I wake intent on
fighting an uphill battle
I know I will lose

high tide
a turtle shell
lies empty