Wake

with the rising sun
the smell of coffee clears the
cobwebs from my mind

smoldering campfire-
I blow on the
overnight coals

Escape

my eyelids heavy
weighed down by lies from the past
that I can’t escape

dark skies-
mountain rains
flood the valley

Quiet

your slow gentle breath
in the forest silver wolves
hold court with the moon

icy water-
the sound of blood
rushing in my ears

Safe

lonely red roses
walked off from the outside by
a thicket of thorns

the sun
our children at play
in the back yard

Illusions

folding the laundry-
I struggle with the mundane
while fame eludes me

feeding the birds-
a passing peacock
opens his tail

Safety

alone in my room-
I can only feel safe when
no one’s allowed in

dying light-
the forest
changes

Fire

black potbellied stove-
the evening’s load of firewood
stacked up along side

stars in the sand-
our fire stoked
by the ocean breeze

Warmth

warm morning sunlight-
a vague shadow on the wall
in the shape of you

a glass of wine-
the warm glow
on your face

Fire

whispers of thunder
dry lightning in distant hills
the rain long absent

autumn hills-
ashes rain
on the valley

Shelter

hard rain pelts the trees-
a hummingbird takes shelter
on my windowsill

desert noon-
seeking shelter
beneath the sand