Swells

waves rise up and fall
the rhythm of the ocean
moves us together

surfing-
the swell
of your hips

Shoreline

the wind on the dunes-
playful fingers turning the
pages of my book

wet towels-
bare feet
on my dash

Cowgirl

sawdust on the floor-
the earthy aroma of
horse manure and hay

a saddle blanket-
riding bareback
in the tall grass

Boardwalk

barnacles gather
just below the waterline
where the piers once stood

rotting pilings-
waves, the echoes
of children’s laughter

Legacy

in my father’s chair
still unprepared to carry
this heavy burden

fallen acorns-
my little feet
in your shoes

Forge

the heat of the forge-
showers of embers rise up
into a gunmetal sky

cold anvil-
hammers
ringing

Chips

over chips and drinks
the sounds of friendship filter
through my old screen door

dark windows-
piles of chips
shufflled cards

Morning

our fingers entwined-
the dusky blush of daybreak
mirrored in your face

the rising sun-
my finger traces
along your lips

Cats

a grin escapes me-
one unseen piece of salmon
stuck to my cats nose

in the shadows-
my petite
stalker

Ice

quietly cracking-
gentle waves frozen within
the river’s surface

irrigation pond-
young skaters
scarves and gloves