Wind

leaning back eyes closed
listening to the whitecaps
as they roll on shore

salt spray-
roaring wind
in my ears

Anniversary

fingers intertwined
your slippered feet atop mine
before the fire

two dozen years-
still waking up
next to you

Barns

blue moonlight drips through
holes in the tattered shingles
onto the barn floor

peeling red paint-
the barn door
hangs askew

Dawn

rivers of sunlight-
the waking ocean meets the sky
and the coming dawn

sunrise-
morning glory
blossoms

Flower

a cobblestone path-
the back garden gate flanked by
rose bushes in bloom

spring breeze-
the cloying scent
of honeysuckle

Roses

nestled in the snow
a single long stemmed red rose
rests on your headstone

cold rain-
in the gutter
a bouquet of roses

Boardwalk

barnacles gather
just below the waterline
where the piers once stood

rotting pilings-
waves, the echoes
of children’s laughter

Focus

eyes looking inward
staring into the darkness
barely held at bay

cleansing breaths-
the forest
whispers

Winter

coruscating snow
slithers across the highway
hastened by the wind

morning sun-
cherry blossoms
in the snow

Redux

lives in transition
our time of death uncertain
until the next one

morning glory-
time enough
to live again