Scorched

out of the shadows
and into the light of day
burning in the sun

august sun-
wreaths of flowers
wilting by the roadside

Complications

low afternoon sun-
the play of shadow and light
against your bare skin

under the sheets-
between us
the midnight sun

Birth

open to the cold
exposed and vulnerable
naked and alone

new life-
tempted
by the light

Vacation

giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands

shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze

Senses

your head on my chest
my face buried in your hair
breathing in your scent

the witching hour-
watching your heart
softly beating

Dirifting

intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart

drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives

Ferrier

a saddle blanket-
the only thing found between
my jeans and my horse

horseshoes-
the coal forge
cherry red

Translucent

anger in the air
reflections in the window
barely ghosts of us

cat tails-
the calm surface
minnows just below

Remembrance

in a dusty tin
a collection of the days
that lead me to you

withered leaves-
the memories of
an old diary

Departed

the time worn tombstones
children taken far too soon
their stories untold

a cardinal takes wing-
poppy blossoms
in the church yard