Harvest

broad fields of amber
spread under a western sky-
gentle autumn rain

thinning clouds-
baled hay
in the sun

Forge

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

cold anvil-
hammers
ringing

Morning

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

the rising sun-
my finger traces
along your lips

Bird

tufts of rabbit fur
strewn across the forest floor
beneath the owls nest

burning sands-
the condor casts
a broad shadow

Evening

lighting up the sky-
the glow of paper lanterns
adrift in the night

evening stroll-
the dance
of fireflies

Thrill

the bedroom door wide
work clothes strewn across the floor
you and I asleep

endless meetings-
your fingers brush mine
by the sandwich tray

First Date

driving home alone
all the while the taste of you
lingers on my tongue

an awkward kiss-
moths flutter
near the porch light

Trigger

rooted to the ground
frozen, my mind replaying
one moment in time

blinding sun-
the city street
unnaturally quiet

Watching

daydreaming with the
people in the windows of
oncoming traffic

pigeons-
walking through
an outdoor cafe

History

on my mantlepiece
rest all the pieces of you
finally at peace

love letters-
ashes of
old flames