Roses

nestled in the snow
a single long stemmed red rose
rests on your headstone

cold rain-
in the gutter
a bouquet of roses

Invitation

each time you leave me
it gets a little harder
to let you back in

terra cotta-
under the pot
the door key

Beneath

barefoot in the grass-
the rhythm of seasons
under her sundress

daydream-
warm sunlight
under my skin

Sniper

a callous wind blows
through the cracks in these old bones
and broken windows

rusty mountains-
poppy fields in
a sniper’s scope

Scotland

coastal bittersweet-
north winds blow the raging sea
against the breakers

highland cliffs-
amethyst heather
in bloom

Rain

little galoshes
stomping in puddles under
pastel umbrellas

thunderstorm-
rain shedding off
an elephant ear

September

speak not of winter-
late autumn flowers bloom through
lightly falling snow

caramel sunlight-
autumn’s first
turning leaf

Scorched

out of the shadows
and into the light of day
burning in the sun

august sun-
wreaths of flowers
wilting by the roadside

Workers

fields of wildflowers
fastidiously tended
by hard working bees

summer afternoon-
nectar turning
to honey

Hesitation

stalled at the crossroads
the future hinging upon
a stranger’s kindness

canna lilies-
the hummingbird
indecisive