Time
quietly aging-
under the stairs, a box of
curling photographs
–
wind blown leaves-
walking slowly
hand in hand
quietly aging-
under the stairs, a box of
curling photographs
–
wind blown leaves-
walking slowly
hand in hand
faded love letters
the pages of our marriage
dog-eared and wrinkled
–
mulled cider-
clothes fresh
from the dryer
from across the beach-
the hollow silver ring of
a turtle drum band
–
a cold red stripe-
cabana lights
gently sway
naked in the sun
draped in caribbean light
among the seashells
–
abalone-
the warm glow
of auburn skin
head back and arms wide
inviting the elements
to do what they will
–
an umbrella-
defenseless in
the light of day
night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars
–
desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars
giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands
–
shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze
your head on my chest
my face buried in your hair
breathing in your scent
–
the witching hour-
watching your heart
softly beating
alone with my thoughts
in the distance barren trees
fade into the mist
–
before sunrise-
my mug of tea
gently steaming
the sun reaching down
tenderly kissing the edge
of the atlantic
–
sandpipers-
morning waves
kiss my feet