Unruffled

ribbons of sea foam
settling across wet sands
as the tide comes in

light from the transom-
smoothing wrinkles
from her bedsheets

Memento

on our bedroom shelf
a collection of sea glass
each piece a moment

dogwoods-
petals stolen
by the wind

Delusions

the girl of my dreams
or maybe just one of my
hallucinations

freshly cut grass-
watching the clouds
transform

Missing

forced conversation-
a glance at his empty chair
then awkward silence

oddly quiet-
the azure sky
free of birds

Renewal

ashes of the past
the land stoic and patient
awaiting rebirth

robins gather-
the old gardener
tends to his seedlings

Love

you’re my cinnamon
my sugar, salt, my pepper
the spice in my life

open windows-
a cool breeze
tousles your hair

Detritus

washing off the day
a trail of discarded clothes
strewn out behind her

disturbed reverie-
on my journey
an empty snake skin

Light

the long autumn sun
shining through the turning leaves
of October trees

frosted windows-
winter morning light
spreads across my floor

Flower

my head on your thigh
searching for divinity
in a sunflower

crimson booms
stain the pallid
melting snow

Somnolent

the hum of the road
whispering it’s lullaby
rocking me to sleep

empty conch shells-
a rush of warm surf
overcomes me