Risk

the time has come to
take my heart down off the shelf
and gift it to you

long winter shadows-
a snowshoe hare
braves the sun

Cats

a grin escapes me-
one unseen piece of salmon
stuck to my cats nose

in the shadows-
my petite
stalker

Distance

from a different life
the passing of an old friend
rests on my shoulders

moonrise-
a silver wind
sways the curtains

Ashes

the black charred remnants
of forty years of marriage
smolder between us

a fallen tree-
reduced
to ash

Bed

almost a month now-
how can I still be finding
crumbs in our bed

fresh coffee-
your side of the bed
is still warm

Frustrations

feeling impotent
my head full of words but I’m
unable to speak

snow fall-
staring out my
hospital window

History

on my mantlepiece
rest all the pieces of you
finally at peace

love letters-
ashes of
old flames

Loss

another phone call-
your tired face deeply etched
with dissapointment

drifting snow-
fox prints near
an empty hutch

Fire

a lovers embrace
two hot tempers intertwine
leaving just ashes

falling snow-
crackling in
our fireplace

Sense

waiting on my touch
your warm skin rising up in
anticipation

rose petals-
the taste of
your breath