Love

empty wine bottles-
binging our favorite series 
into the wee hours

dying embers-
our feet under
the afghan

Apples

the last day of spring-
apple blossoms ride on the
late afternoon breeze

barefoot-
crab apples
in the grass

Anticipation

at the podium 
a wool blanket wraps itself
around my tongue

summer sun-
snowy cotton
waiting for harvest 

Flowers

the clouds and your eyes-
my head in your lap amid
a field of daisies 

a dry vase-
tired blooms 
bow their heads 

Argument

this fight is over
and yet I find myself still
walking on eggshells 

fallen trees-
we drive home 
in silence

Stream

by a forest stream
above the frogs and crickets-
winter stars appear 

late spring thaw-
fox kits cross
a fallen oak

Dust

friends and enemies 
all are but dust as I wait 
for mortality

a dark attic-
old records 
gathering dust

Water

heavy water jugs-
her small bare feet unwashed and
calloused from the road

the rivers edge-
awaiting her turn 
in the water

Fear

bitter on the tongue-
the hot bilious taste of
someone else’s fear

an owl’s cry-
the field mouse
frozen

Death

gentle snow falling 
a dog at his owners grave
clawing at the earth

winter evening-
your rocking chair
empty