Safe

lonely red roses
walked off from the outside by
a thicket of thorns

the sun
our children at play
in the back yard

Illusions

folding the laundry-
I struggle with the mundane
while fame eludes me

feeding the birds-
a passing peacock
opens his tail

Run

running through the woods
peep frogs fall silent as I
pass by unannounced

frozen breath-
the sun rises
to greet me

Morning

goose down sleeping bags
the morning mist rises as
we share the sunrise

breaking sunlight-
our bedroom window
kissed by frost

Safety

alone in my room-
I can only feel safe when
no one’s allowed in

dying light-
the forest
changes

Fire

black potbellied stove-
the evening’s load of firewood
stacked up along side

stars in the sand-
our fire stoked
by the ocean breeze

Warmth

warm morning sunlight-
a vague shadow on the wall
in the shape of you

a glass of wine-
the warm glow
on your face

Leaves

autumn afternoon-
driving home in the dark past
drifts of wind blown leaves

light snow-
a swirl of
amber leaves

Haze

far down on the street
I look up towards the top floors
enveloped by clouds

incoming tide-
the golden gate bridge
draped in fog

Thirst

palm leaves shade the sand-
reclining in a chaise lounge
drinking in the sun

salt air-
margaritas
whet my dreams