Tornados

dark foreboding clouds
low in the afternoon sky
harbingers of doom

soft rain-
broken trees
and power lines

Motherhood

that look in your eyes-
it’s an hour before dawn and
we need to leave now

exhausted-
more beautiful
than ever

Tired

feeling quite tired-
always the one left behind
cleaning up your mess

monday morning –
waiting for
the phone call

Mortality

pale whispers of men
pass by along the river
rowing in silence

walking stick in hand-
my footprints
fading

Over

watching you suffer
affords me none of the joy
I was expecting

blood moon-
packing my bags
while you sleep

Rising

waking every day
under a threadbare blanket
to an empty bed

bleary eyed-
the crows outside
contemplate murder

Shock

ringing in the night –
hearing the sound of your voice
I fall to my knees

silent crickets-
two marines stand
in my doorway

Depression

sharing in your pain-
my heart and soul wrapped around
your weary shoulders

staring at the floor-
the world rolls past
my window

Leaving

whispering my name-
the last word upon your lips
before you leave me

peeling paint-
the swinging gate
at my back

Candles

warm and supple light-
long trails of candle wax drip
and pool on the floor

candlelight-
shadows buffeted
by the wind