Risk

the time has come to
take my heart down off the shelf
and gift it to you

long winter shadows-
a snowshoe hare
braves the sun

Cats

a grin escapes me-
one unseen piece of salmon
stuck to my cats nose

in the shadows-
my petite
stalker

History

cracks in the pavement
mirrored by the crows feet in
a homeless man’s face

ruins-
ivy climbs
crumbling walls

Distance

from a different life
the passing of an old friend
rests on my shoulders

moonrise-
a silver wind
sways the curtains

Ashes

the black charred remnants
of forty years of marriage
smolder between us

a fallen tree-
reduced
to ash

Bed

almost a month now-
how can I still be finding
crumbs in our bed

fresh coffee-
your side of the bed
is still warm

Trigger

rooted to the ground
frozen, my mind replaying
one moment in time

blinding sun-
the city street
unnaturally quiet

Rain

breathless in the rain-
the greyhound bus pulls away
but you’re not on it

a cold rain-
my forehead
on the window

Watching

daydreaming with the
people in the windows of
oncoming traffic

pigeons-
walking through
an outdoor cafe

Frustrations

feeling impotent
my head full of words but I’m
unable to speak

snow fall-
staring out my
hospital window