Jamaica

from across the beach-
the hollow silver ring of
a turtle drum band

a cold red stripe-
cabana lights
gently sway

Venus

naked in the sun
draped in caribbean light
among the seashells

abalone-
the warm glow
of auburn skin

Andrew

night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars

desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars

Fog

evergreen hillsides
barely clothed in morning mist
slowly disrobing

splitting wood-
the morning haze
burns away

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

Dreaming

the face of the moon
in the company of stars
greets me as I wake

dream weaving-
pale ghosts of trees
in the moonlight

Solitude

alone with my thoughts
in the distance barren trees
fade into the mist

before sunrise-
my mug of tea
gently steaming

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