Tao

not quite a woman
and yet no longer a girl
searching for her path

fresh snow
treading lightly
in your footprints

Glimmers

slow rhythmic moonlight
shining across the surface
of a mountain lake

an old rope swings
calm lake water
before the fall

Present

I can’t remember
dwelling in darkness since I
came into your light

barren trees
stand vigil
awaiting sunrise

Flight

broad wings outstretched
running across the water
before taking flight

rustling leaves
wind mulling over
a goose’s wing

Nocturne

relaxing at last
working out in the garden
under the moonlight

high silver clouds
a beaver breaks
the water’s surface

Pressure

as I drive away
another grain of sand falls
in my life’s hourglass

walking the shore
the sand moves
beneath our feet

Afterglow

fire lights in your eyes
glaring over your shoulder
as you walk away

night sidles in
faerie lights
fireflies

Rain

my wet business shirt
translucent where it clings to
the swell of your hips

cloudburst
unexpectedly
caught outside

Comfort

freshly mown hay fields
drenched in the long warm rays of
the afternoon sun

an deep indigo sky
with you, the Perseids
and a warm blanket

Affection

loving you out loud
and I’m not even a bit
apologetic

trumpeter swans
building their nest atop
a beaver lodge