Acceptance

head back and arms wide
inviting the elements
to do what they will

an umbrella-
defenseless in
the light of day

Andrew

night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars

desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars

Vacation

giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands

shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze

Senses

your head on my chest
my face buried in your hair
breathing in your scent

the witching hour-
watching your heart
softly beating

Dreaming

the face of the moon
in the company of stars
greets me as I wake

dream weaving-
pale ghosts of trees
in the moonlight

Night Owl

my bed calls to me
impossible to ignore
but yet I still try

waxing moon-
gliding down
on silent wings

Blackout

candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night

the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back

Anger

dark clouds veil the sun-
abandoned by my shadow
alone once again

brooding skies-
the scowl of
thunderclouds

Risk

changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends

a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice

Solitude

alone with my thoughts
in the distance barren trees
fade into the mist

before sunrise-
my mug of tea
gently steaming