Life

all I have of you-
the crossword and a ring left
by your coffee cup

saplings-
rooted
in the shade

Return

the lobsterman’s wife
watching the lighthouse at the
dying of the day

silent passage-
darkening water
laps the shore

Ash

clouds out ash and dust-
the soil of this arid land
affords no purchase

orange skies-
rivers of black glass
plunge into the sea

Fire

in the line of fire
standing while the others fall
I am bulletproof

rising smoke-
the doe startled
bounds away

Motherhood

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

exhausted-
more beautiful
than ever

Shock

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

silent crickets-
two marines stand
in my doorway

Leaving

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

peeling paint-
the swinging gate
at my back

Shoah

unspeakable acts-
unlearned lessons of the past
repeating again

cattle cars-
disappear within
the gates of hell

Anniversary

fingers intertwined
your slippered feet atop mine
before the fire

two dozen years-
still waking up
next to you

Cold

the constant north wind-
a forest of leaning trees
hunched against the cold

april fools-
a robin’s tracks
in the snow