Reincarnation

a thousand lifetimes
wasted following the path
of least resistance

spring dawn-
first sunrise
seen again

Morning

awake too early-
the shock of icy water
splashing on my face

dawning sun-
the soft glow of
bedroom curtains

Mourning

cold tears of mourning
mix with the rain as I turn
my face to the sky

false dawn-
I’m sill here
without you

Calls

a thick veil of clouds-
the lullaby of crickets
sung beneath the rain

predawn fog-
a vixen’s cry
heralds the sun

Coffee

old invitations-
coffee’s brewed in the kitchen
if you’d ever show

rising steam-
cozy dreams
of coffee shops

Missed

the scent of your hair 
lingering on my pillow
greets me with the dawn

daybreak-
my arm draped around
your missing waist  

Flowers

a yellow sundress-
the scent of lilac blossoms
carried on the breeze

dreams of dawn-
waking memories
of jasmine

Wind

wind rustles the leaves
and coaxes a dryad’s song
of spring from the trees

whispers-
forest giants
shake off the cold

Morning

freshly brewed coffee-
the morning sky hidden by
pebbled leather clouds

warm blankets-
coyotes chatter
before sunrise

Relationship

clearing the tables-
the bartender stacks the chairs
yet we’re still talking

lost in your eyes-
waiting to speak
two simple words