Scorched
out of the shadows
and into the light of day
burning in the sun
–
august sun-
wreaths of flowers
wilting by the roadside
out of the shadows
and into the light of day
burning in the sun
–
august sun-
wreaths of flowers
wilting by the roadside
low afternoon sun-
the play of shadow and light
against your bare skin
–
under the sheets-
between us
the midnight sun
open to the cold
exposed and vulnerable
naked and alone
–
new life-
tempted
by the light
giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands
–
shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze
your head on my chest
my face buried in your hair
breathing in your scent
–
the witching hour-
watching your heart
softly beating
intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart
–
drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives
a saddle blanket-
the only thing found between
my jeans and my horse
–
horseshoes-
the coal forge
cherry red
anger in the air
reflections in the window
barely ghosts of us
–
cat tails-
the calm surface
minnows just below
in a dusty tin
a collection of the days
that lead me to you
–
withered leaves-
the memories of
an old diary
the time worn tombstones
children taken far too soon
their stories untold
–
a cardinal takes wing-
poppy blossoms
in the church yard