Tired

dressed in homespun
with an old straw broom, barefoot
sweeping the dirt floor

breaking sun
moist soil on
the coffin’s lid

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

Insomnia

sleep so elusive
reliving memories in
my childhood bedroom

oppressive heat
clock watching
until sunrise

Sol

gathering sunlight
wakes the tangled vines of shy
morning glory blooms

rustling leaves
a shaft of light
warming my cat

Sorrow

stilling the waters
the taste of salt on my lips
from kissing your tears

the loon’s cry
rising sun over
a winter lake

Nocturne

relaxing at last
working out in the garden
under the moonlight

high silver clouds
a beaver breaks
the water’s surface

Aglow

the round amber moon
slides behind a silver veil
woven in the sky

heat lightning
revealing clouds
from within

Rain

my wet business shirt
translucent where it clings to
the swell of your hips

cloudburst
unexpectedly
caught outside

Storm

in the pre dawn hours
the sounds of distant thunder
lull me back to sleep

a hard rain
drumming on
rhododendrons