Flowers

the clouds and your eyes-
my head in your lap amid
a field of daisies 

a dry vase-
tired blooms 
bow their heads 

Snow

dark grey winter clouds 
heavily laden with snow
loom over this town

winter sunrise-
shallow paw prints
in the snow

Argument

this fight is over
and yet I find myself still
walking on eggshells 

fallen trees-
we drive home 
in silence

Stream

by a forest stream
above the frogs and crickets-
winter stars appear 

late spring thaw-
fox kits cross
a fallen oak

Dust

friends and enemies 
all are but dust as I wait 
for mortality

a dark attic-
old records 
gathering dust

Water

heavy water jugs-
her small bare feet unwashed and
calloused from the road

the rivers edge-
awaiting her turn 
in the water

Fear

bitter on the tongue-
the hot bilious taste of
someone else’s fear

an owl’s cry-
the field mouse
frozen

New Year

midnight approaches-
carrying the promises
of the coming year 

again-
the rising sun
greets the new year

Moonlight

a quicksilver moon-
coyotes in the woods call
the gathering dawn

winter moon-
afloat on the
midnight surf

Tired

the tv on low-
your breathing slows as you fall
asleep on my chest 

the risen moon-
soft cries heard
as you fight sleep