Reservoir
clouds in the water
far on the opposite shore
the blue pump house roof
–
changing leaves
painted at the
waterline
clouds in the water
far on the opposite shore
the blue pump house roof
–
changing leaves
painted at the
waterline
low waning daylight-
songs of bullfrogs and crickets
usher in the night
–
twilight-
crickets sing
in my footsteps
afternoon sunlight-
an old man and his grandson
asleep on the floor
–
sunday mornings-
step stool by the sink
shaving together
my bedside vigil-
each moment slipping away
taking you with them
–
machines hum-
outside your window
a starless night
grey dying embers-
on rising smoke the campfire
draws its final breath
–
evening dew-
cooling ashes and
echoes of laughter
rustling blankets-
your padding to the bathroom
teases me from sleep
–
the drive home-
fallen leaves
blanket the road
a rotting boardwalk
crosses an estuary
flowing to the sea
–
low tide-
razor clams
burrow in the mud
waiting on the sun-
geese fly before purple clouds
embroidered in gold
–
reflections-
golden koi
slowly pass
my back turned to you-
pretending to be asleep as
you climb into bed
–
angry clouds-
blue skies
forgotten
mid september moon
shines behind indigo clouds
circled in silver
–
blushing-
the harvest moon
kissed by the sun