Time

quietly aging-
under the stairs, a box of
curling photographs

wind blown leaves-
walking slowly
hand in hand

Comfort

faded love letters
the pages of our marriage
dog-eared and wrinkled

mulled cider-
clothes fresh
from the dryer

Jamaica

from across the beach-
the hollow silver ring of
a turtle drum band

a cold red stripe-
cabana lights
gently sway

Venus

naked in the sun
draped in caribbean light
among the seashells

abalone-
the warm glow
of auburn skin

Acceptance

head back and arms wide
inviting the elements
to do what they will

an umbrella-
defenseless in
the light of day

Andrew

night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars

desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars

Vacation

giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands

shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze

Senses

your head on my chest
my face buried in your hair
breathing in your scent

the witching hour-
watching your heart
softly beating

Solitude

alone with my thoughts
in the distance barren trees
fade into the mist

before sunrise-
my mug of tea
gently steaming

Ocean

the sun reaching down
tenderly kissing the edge
of the atlantic

sandpipers-
morning waves
kiss my feet