Sand

asleep on the beach-
so far away from winter
and your icy touch

caribbean surf-
tracing lazy circles
on the small your back

Taste

embers burning low-
on the rim of my wine glass
crimson lipstick stains

lingering-
ruby lips and
a good bordeaux

Snow

tender young seedlings-
the promise of the harvest
rises through the snow

first snow-
our children’s
hot chocolate

Exhale

from across the room
I catch sight of your face and
my breath escapes me

waiting in a queue-
plumes of breath
and exhaust

Beneath

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

daydream-
warm sunlight
under my skin

Leaves

a single oak leaf
silently floats through the air
under azure skies

twelve again-
shuffling through
a pile of leaves

Chance

I won’t bet my life
on a roll of the dice but
I’ll take my chances

parting clouds-
hoof prints
in the damp soil

Harvest

a shaft of sunlight-
the autumnal equinox
finally arrives

apple harvest-
lengthening shadows
mark the time

Ethereal

rising from a dream
tasting a memory that’s
almost elusive

floating-
beholden to the wind
over a rising sun

Rain

little galoshes
stomping in puddles under
pastel umbrellas

thunderstorm-
rain shedding off
an elephant ear