Fire

in the line of fire
standing while the others fall
I am bulletproof

rising smoke-
the doe startled
bounds away

Flowers

lace curtains drawn back-
shadows of tiger lilies
adorning my walls

breakfast for one-
fresh cut blooms
on the table

Stars

pinpoints of starlight
fall from the firmament and
streak across the sky

midnight-
lines of fire
split the sky

Addiction

a candle and spoon-
the bare bulb above her head
casts a harsh shadow

on the corner-
slowing headlights
catch the rain

Tornados

dark foreboding clouds
low in the afternoon sky
harbingers of doom

soft rain-
broken trees
and power lines

Homecoming

canadian geese
on the way to warmer climes-
cloudless autumn sky

mottled light-
kits in their den
below the forest floor

Motherhood

that look in your eyes-
it’s an hour before dawn and
we need to leave now

exhausted-
more beautiful
than ever

Red

early may morning-
cardinals flit among the
forsythia blooms

noonday sun-
ripe strawberries
hiding in the shade

Mortality

pale whispers of men
pass by along the river
rowing in silence

walking stick in hand-
my footprints
fading

Over

watching you suffer
affords me none of the joy
I was expecting

blood moon-
packing my bags
while you sleep