Shoreline

at the water’s edge
cattails and reeds bend leeward
softening the shore

the great salt marsh-
a blue heron wading
intently focused

Rising

staying up all night
just to fall asleep with you
and the breaking dawn

frogs in the trees-
rising woodsmoke
staining the sunset

Revival

take my outstretched hand
and let us walk together
across this threshold

distant mountain peaks-
over the dewey grass
the rising sun

Remains

in the aftermath-
flowers left by the roadside
fading in the sun

stippled sunlight-
mushrooms growing
on fallen trees

Sleep

a blanket of clouds
pulled up tight over my head
shutting out the day

morning song-
the reluctance
of wakefulness

Changes

cloudy desert skies
bringing the promise of rain
and with it new life

parted clouds-
fresh cut tulips
on the table

Rolling

my bed set adrift
on an ocean of vodka
swells lapping my feet

whispering waves-
my head hanging
low off the bow

Water

seeking atonement-
clad in fresh linens, walking
down to the water

dusty winds-
a lake of bricks
cracking in the sun

Splinters

shards of old grudges-
determined to stay angry
poisoning myself

dusty trainers-
running from the sound
of broken glass

Blood

weary of this need
yearning to see the sun but
your throat, so tempting

orion’s belt-
clouds of bats
obscure the moon