Phoenix

engulfed in blue flames-
as my life turns to ashes
I step out reborn

down among the ashes-
the rain arrives
far too late

Sky

pinpoints of silver-
constellations embroidered
on a velvet sky

woolen blankets-
meteor spotting
on a winter night

Change

lost in the mirror-
years collecting on the floor
‘neath the barber’s chair

wading-
knee deep
in the past

Broke

a cold water flat-
the pilot light on the stove
sputters and goes out

new year’s eve-
the rent check
overdue

Morning

the soft light of dawn-
dim street lamps gutter above
aging cobblestones

threads of smoke-
last nights embers
turn to ash

Laundry

linens on the line-
warm peals of children’s laughter
waft in on the breeze

wicker baskets-
a coffee can of
broken clothespins

Growth

october sunrise-
ivy on the stone facade
silver in the dew

grey stone walls-
saplings rooted
in old pastures

Traffic

highway median-
long neglected grasses sway
with the passing cars

towering light pole-
a red tailed hawk
spots it’s prey

Haze

leaves soft underfoot-
in the dawning mist great oaks
fade into the sky

blackbird-
morning fog
through the trees

Shore

whitewashed beach shanties-
a path of crushed coral ends
at the ebbing tide

salt air-
a gull’s cry
above the surf