Memorial

shadows of small flags-
with a bouquet of flowers
she runs to your grave

mourning doves-
the young man
on the mantle

Awake

my rhododendrons-
robins erupt into song
just before the dawn

the sun rises-
heedless of the
whiskey and beer

Diner

grime covered windows-
watching the rain absently
stirring black coffee

street lights-
shadows of rain
on my paper napkin

Shedding

covered in lichens-
a tall and stately oak tree
sheds its dead branches

thin mountain air-
all my baggage
suddenly empty

Afternoon

a chorus of birds-
greening trees cast shade across
our secret meadow

slating sunlight-
motes of dust
defy gravity

Relationship

life gets in the way-
in my haste I neglected
to say I love you

shifting skies-
one simple
phone call

Sunday

warm morning birdsong-
my love asleep next to me
aglow in the sun

robin song-
curtains sway in
the morning breeze

Blindness

dusting the knickknacks-
doing my best to ignore
the crumbling walls

afternoon light-
fresh paint on
cracked concrete

Shadow

a field of shadows-
the bargains made with myself
so swiftly broken

a full flower moon-
silver shadowed
daffodils

Evening

under a clear sky-
if only this cloud of gnats
would leave me in peace

venus rising-
our picnic blanket
wet with dew