Lithos

along the roadside-
once a stately facade, now
a pile of old stones

gentle rain-
crows perch upon
a weathered grave

Revival

take my outstretched hand
and let us walk together
across this threshold

distant mountain peaks-
over the dewey grass
the rising sun

Love

you’re my cinnamon
my sugar, salt, my pepper
the spice in my life

open windows-
a cool breeze
tousles your hair

Flower

my head on your thigh
searching for divinity
in a sunflower

crimson booms
stain the pallid
melting snow

Reflections

look into my eyes
and you can see your beauty
just the way I do

soaring gulls-
the ocean leans in
to kiss the sky

Youth

staring at myself
the mirror reflecting my
wasted innocence

shoeless-
a ragged doll
on dusty road

Lost

every nerve exposed-
in the comfort of her mind
she shuts out the world

long afternoon shadows-
an old rocking horse
threadbare and faded

Passing

whole conversations
pass with just a knowing glance
incomplete silence

a heartbeat-
one moment
our lifetime

Regrets

the final door closed
all the words you wouldn’t hear
and now never will

sudden frost-
orange blossoms
wither and brown

Rhythm

shortening my stride
slowing behind old lovers
walking hand in hand

icy harbor-
the crush of a
rising and falling tide