Tor
in the far distance
gunmetal mountains embossed
on an ashen sky
–
cherry blossoms-
jagged peaks float
above leaden clouds
Category Archives: Spring
Chance
I won’t bet my life
on a roll of the dice but
I’ll take my chances
–
parting clouds-
hoof prints
in the damp soil
Adulting
your small fragile hand
once grasped so tightly in mine
now a hardened fist
–
clear blue sky-
learning to fly
on the way down
Birth
open to the cold
exposed and vulnerable
naked and alone
–
new life-
tempted
by the light
Venus
naked in the sun
draped in caribbean light
among the seashells
–
abalone-
the warm glow
of auburn skin
Solitude
alone with my thoughts
in the distance barren trees
fade into the mist
–
before sunrise-
my mug of tea
gently steaming
Hesitation
stalled at the crossroads
the future hinging upon
a stranger’s kindness
–
canna lilies-
the hummingbird
indecisive
Fatherhood
butterfly kisses
half asleep on my shoulder
soft breath in my ear
–
cool breeze-
your tears
slowly drying
Contemplation
the great blue heron
gently gliding just above
its own reflection
–
standing water-
a perfect sky
at my feet
Delta
split in two at birth-
all these years spent searching for
that which makes me whole
–
wild horses-
where the river
meets the sea