Community
surrounded by friends
sitting around the campfire
retelling old tales
–
clearing skies-
broken branches
new neighbors
surrounded by friends
sitting around the campfire
retelling old tales
–
clearing skies-
broken branches
new neighbors
open to the cold
exposed and vulnerable
naked and alone
–
new life-
tempted
by the light
from across the beach-
the hollow silver ring of
a turtle drum band
–
a cold red stripe-
cabana lights
gently sway
naked in the sun
draped in caribbean light
among the seashells
–
abalone-
the warm glow
of auburn skin
head back and arms wide
inviting the elements
to do what they will
–
an umbrella-
defenseless in
the light of day
night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars
–
desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars
drops of quicksilver
balanced precariously
on a blade of grass
–
stained glass-
the palette
heavy rain
giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands
–
shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze
the face of the moon
in the company of stars
greets me as I wake
–
dream weaving-
pale ghosts of trees
in the moonlight
candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night
–
the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back