Fury
standing on the dock
raising high my glass, toasting
the impending storm
–
rusty hinges-
a garden gate
bangs in the night
standing on the dock
raising high my glass, toasting
the impending storm
–
rusty hinges-
a garden gate
bangs in the night
speak not of winter-
late autumn flowers bloom through
lightly falling snow
–
caramel sunlight-
autumn’s first
turning leaf
exploring the world
starting with the common ground
found beneath my feet
–
fading sunlight-
stone steps
along my path
ashes in the air
embers of glowing orange
peering through the flames
–
quiet laughter-
coals dying
in the night
robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation
–
evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night
the arc of the sky-
uncountable stars over
an ocean of sand
–
a blanket of stars-
hand on the tiller
slave to the wind
surrounded by friends
sitting around the campfire
retelling old tales
–
clearing skies-
broken branches
new neighbors
night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars
–
desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars
candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night
–
the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back
the early morning sun
walks amid the wet grass and
turns the dew to gold
–
twilight-
memories of dreams
most elusive