Floating

a sudden silence
painful accusations still
hanging in the air

tiny monarchs-
weightless
milkweed seeds

Rain

little galoshes
stomping in puddles under
pastel umbrellas

thunderstorm-
rain shedding off
an elephant ear

Wind

the smell of sea salt
carried on the inland wind
by dangerous storms

flying fish-
on the bowsprit
the sea in her hair

Purchase

children of gaia-
seeking purchase in every
crack in the pavement

dripping eaves-
english ivy climbs
these old stone walls

Time

quietly aging-
under the stairs, a box of
curling photographs

wind blown leaves-
walking slowly
hand in hand

Comfort

faded love letters
the pages of our marriage
dog-eared and wrinkled

mulled cider-
clothes fresh
from the dryer

Sacrifice

thick solemn silence
dozens of flag draped coffins
lining the tarmac

echoes of summer-
shell casings
in a folded flag

Wool

cut from the same cloth
the two of us holding fast
lest it unravel

sheep shearing-
lost in thought
or so it seems

Leaving

robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation

evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night

Adulting

your small fragile hand
once grasped so tightly in mine
now a hardened fist

clear blue sky-
learning to fly
on the way down