Floating

a sudden silence
painful accusations still
hanging in the air

tiny monarchs-
weightless
milkweed seeds

Chance

I won’t bet my life
on a roll of the dice but
I’ll take my chances

parting clouds-
hoof prints
in the damp soil

Ethereal

rising from a dream
tasting a memory that’s
almost elusive

floating-
beholden to the wind
over a rising sun

Time

quietly aging-
under the stairs, a box of
curling photographs

wind blown leaves-
walking slowly
hand in hand

Snare

trapped in the darkness
never wanting to leave this
beautiful nightmare

hoarfrost-
webs frozen
on the moor

Comfort

faded love letters
the pages of our marriage
dog-eared and wrinkled

mulled cider-
clothes fresh
from the dryer

Tao

living day by day
striving to open my mind
and keep my mouth shut

nests amid the rafters-
prayer bells ring
in the rain

Perspective

the gathering rain-
reflections of my spirit
clouding my windows

dirty windows-
the outside world
smeared by the rain

Heat

my temper flares up
in the heat of the moment
yet I’m the one burned

desert sun-
my ego buried
in the sand

Houston

hoping against hope
to stem the incoming tide
and still it rises

august-
forsaken
by the sun