Storm
in the pre dawn hours
the sounds of distant thunder
lull me back to sleep
–
a hard rain
drumming on
rhododendrons
in the pre dawn hours
the sounds of distant thunder
lull me back to sleep
–
a hard rain
drumming on
rhododendrons
glowing embers blow
through gnarled ashen limbs and
pallid withered leaves
–
a cigarette butt
untold miles of
scorched forest
a clandestine tryst
made all the more exciting
by the recklessness
–
high desert sun
entwined eagles
fall to the earth
as one with her tree
longing for the one true love
she can never have
–
high in the branches
she watches him
ride away
the rain’s heady scent
rolls in on the thickened air
of the coming storm
–
hummingbirds
weave the air above
a honeysuckle vine
nervously sitting
in the theatre next to him
thighs almost touching
–
peacocks
dancing in the
monsoon rains
black and blue and bruised
pinned to the ropes but fighting
for our very souls
–
a hard rain
drenches all
with no regard
when I’m in shadow
you pull me into the light
and show me the sun
–
old driftwood
a salamander
basking
the sun’s departure
as the day draws to a close
burns the ombré sky
–
fireflies
against the
dawn of night
snowy egrets stand
in the salt marsh, motionless
hunting careless fish
–
cattails
swaying in the
warm salt breeze