Transition
as night turns to day
the glow of the morning star
hidden by the dawn
–
last night’s coals
by my breath
flare to life
as night turns to day
the glow of the morning star
hidden by the dawn
–
last night’s coals
by my breath
flare to life
steering through the shoals
drawn in by the siren’s song
of my flannel sheets
–
coveting
the cool side
of her pillow
lacy spanish moss
draping across Savannah’s
majestic live oaks
–
wooden rocking chair
under a porch fan
tatting doilies
windows thrown open
sheer curtains gently wafting
in the evening breeze
–
becoming Icarus
flying westward
chasing the sun
sunflowers in bloom
all turning in unison
to bask in the sun
–
a salamander
atop a fence post
awaits the dawn
the light of hope shines
across the vastness of space
from a long dead star
–
a fallen oak
sprouting
shiitakes
thin tendrils of smoke
weave the final tapestry
of a dying fire
–
rose petals
still warm from
the evening sun
gathering sunlight
wakes the tangled vines of shy
morning glory blooms
–
rustling leaves
a shaft of light
warming my cat
lips brushing her neck
the whisper of her shoulder
just touching my cheek
–
caught standing
in your warm
footprints
deck lights turning on
unexpected visitor’s
nose against the glass
–
rising smoke
camp fire
embers