Shock

distant sirens wail
slowly I realize that
you’re not coming home

a warm shower
startled awake
by the telephone

Amour

your licorice lips
the taste of clove and anise
lingers on my tongue

quiet sunrise
a rose bud
slowly opens

Transitions

freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave

curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth

Release

wrapped in a blanket
of condolence and comfort
still mired in grief

shooting stars
crossing skyward
on golden wings

Additions

with needle sharp teeth
and razor edged claws they tear
my curtains to shreds

silence-
the thunder
of tiny feet

Together

barely enough room
in my zippered sleeping bag
for the two of us

white footprints
your hand
tightly in mine

Balloons

aloft and adrift
floating ever so gently
just out of my grasp

innocence
tethered
by a string

Renewal

wishing you all peace
in the hope and promise of
the coming new year

auburn leaves
a chestnut takes root
in the dampened earth

Slumber

watching you watch me
through heavily lidded eyes
as sleep becomes you

brindle underbrush
a chipmunk rests
beneath the leaves

Ravenous

nubile and supple
and every move reminds me
of my need for you

warm afternoon sun
sodden and hungry
awaiting the spawn