Dust

a banging screen door
the ghosts of conversations
echo in the wind

merciless sun –
the empty ring
of wind chimes

Lost

every nerve exposed-
in the comfort of her mind
she shuts out the world

long afternoon shadows-
an old rocking horse
threadbare and faded

Destination

leave this all behind
take my hand and run with me
into the new dawn

sunrise-
wind blown leaves
cross my path

Tracks

walking in the tide
my temporary footprints
too soon forgotten

gentle flurries-
fresh tracks lead
to the birdbath

Passing

whole conversations
pass with just a knowing glance
incomplete silence

a heartbeat-
one moment
our lifetime

Regrets

the final door closed
all the words you wouldn’t hear
and now never will

sudden frost-
orange blossoms
wither and brown

Smitten

a shy sideways glance
from you in my direction
I’m instantly hooked

september sky-
grass in my hair
you on my mind

Need

lashed tight to the mast-
tempted by the siren song
of just one more drink

steaming pavement-
distant sirens bay
at the full moon

Rhythm

shortening my stride
slowing behind old lovers
walking hand in hand

icy harbor-
the crush of a
rising and falling tide

Promise

strangers on a bus
the empty seat next to you
very enticing

barefoot in the grass-
your hair falling
across my shoulder