Sparks
warm potbellied stove-
the winter air crackles with
electricity
–
dry night air-
your touch
shocking
Category Archives: Peace
Abed
the wan morning light-
wrapped up in your nakedness
unwilling to move
–
your damp hair-
for now I’m
the big spoon
Love
empty wine bottles-
binging our favorite series
into the wee hours
–
dying embers-
our feet under
the afghan
Apples
the last day of spring-
apple blossoms ride on the
late afternoon breeze
–
barefoot-
crab apples
in the grass
Flowers
the clouds and your eyes-
my head in your lap amid
a field of daisies
–
a dry vase-
tired blooms
bow their heads
Stream
by a forest stream
above the frogs and crickets-
winter stars appear
–
late spring thaw-
fox kits cross
a fallen oak
Dust
friends and enemies
all are but dust as I wait
for mortality
–
a dark attic-
old records
gathering dust
New Year
midnight approaches-
carrying the promises
of the coming year
–
again-
the rising sun
greets the new year
Moonlight
a quicksilver moon-
coyotes in the woods call
the gathering dawn
–
winter moon-
afloat on the
midnight surf
Tired
the tv on low-
your breathing slows as you fall
asleep on my chest
–
the risen moon-
soft cries heard
as you fight sleep