Summer

Draped on an elm bough
Branches dapple the sunlight
That warms up my cat

Solitude

Waves crash on the shore
As uncounted grains of sand
Sift through my fingers

Brevity

Late October rain
Bees covet the wildflowers
While the desert blooms

Noise

Lying on the floor
The world passes me by as
I try to let it

Treasure

Winter shore winds blow
Swirling my daughter’s hair as
We search for sea glass

Cobwebs

Rising from my tea
White threads of heady vapor
Clear the dross of sleep

Blues

Smoky music seeps
Through these thin apartment walls
And pools in my ears

Return

Salt hangs in the mist
The bell from a channel buoy
Guiding me back home

Napping

A lazy Sunday
You, dozing on the white couch
Lovely as ever

Waves

Ripples of dreams lap
Against the shores of the night
Lulling me to sleep