Shadow

The crook of my arm
Cradling ebony silk
Purring in my ear

Beach

Sunset on the dunes
Sibilant whispers whirl from
The wind in the reeds

Pond

a box turtle’s shell
barely breaking the surface
gently making waves

Ephemeral

As midnight’s tide ebbs
The wet sand saves our footprints
But for a moment

Dust

We of painted clay
Molded from the living earth
Destined to return

Flock

Birds take flight en masse
Forming paintings in the sky
For just a moment

Reminiscence

Smoke borne on the wind
Transporting me to the hearth
Of my childhood home 

Passage

The vessel broken
one soul escapes to freedom
with a final breath

Faith

I blindly reach out
Seeking across the darkness
For your existence