Reservoir

clouds in the water
far on the opposite shore
the blue pump house roof

changing leaves
painted at the
waterline

Evensong

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

Waiting

my bedside vigil-
each moment slipping away
taking you with them

machines hum-
outside your window
a starless night

Fire

grey dying embers-
on rising smoke the campfire
draws its final breath

evening dew-
cooling ashes and
echoes of laughter

Blanket

rustling blankets-
your padding to the bathroom
teases me from sleep

the drive home-
fallen leaves
blanket the road

Shore

a rotting boardwalk
crosses an estuary
flowing to the sea

low tide-
razor clams
burrow in the mud

Gold

waiting on the sun-
geese fly before purple clouds
embroidered in gold

reflections-
golden koi
slowly pass

Change

my back turned to you-
pretending to be asleep as
you climb into bed

angry clouds-
blue skies
forgotten

Luna

mid september moon
shines behind indigo clouds
circled in silver

blushing-
the harvest moon
kissed by the sun