Age

living with strangers-
years torn from my memory
replayed day by day

dimming light-
a quiet place
to lay my head

Quiet

so much left unsaid
I’m not sure that I can take
your icy silence

pools of sunshine-
the soft dripping
of melting ice

Waves

a pair of otters
dozing in the sun floating
far out in the bay

bleached driftwood-
iridescent sand
on the ebb tide

Renewal

through all this darkness
the seed of light we planted
finally takes root

snow crocus blooms-
the heady smell of
freshly turned earth

Perspective

looking at myself
amid the twisted wreckage
of my ruined car

mourning doves-
lost in the white
of the winter sky

Patina

long ago I was
your knight in shining armor
now I’m just tarnished

rusted hinges-
an old mare
out to pasture

Anticipation

sitting on the dock
losing patience waiting for
my ship to come in

a cold hard rain-
the dog brings
her leash

Marriage

falling off my bike
I become one with the earth
for just a moment

june twilight-
our vows float away
on paper lanterns

Hope

swallowing my doubts
returning day after day
in case you wake up

patchwork sunlight-
I brush the sleep
from your lips

Betrayal

guttering gas lamps
weakly lighting the platform
where she waits, in vain

the scent of jasmine-
a silent stream
turns to ice