Fire

ashes in the air
embers of glowing orange
peering through the flames

quiet laughter-
coals dying
in the night

Sacrifice

thick solemn silence
dozens of flag draped coffins
lining the tarmac

echoes of summer-
shell casings
in a folded flag

Asea

the arc of the sky-
uncountable stars over
an ocean of sand

a blanket of stars-
hand on the tiller
slave to the wind

Eclipse

jealous of our affections
in full view of everyone
the moon steals the sun

midday-
the spotlight
stolen

Scorched

out of the shadows
and into the light of day
burning in the sun

august sun-
wreaths of flowers
wilting by the roadside

Community

surrounded by friends
sitting around the campfire
retelling old tales

clearing skies-
broken branches
new neighbors

Jamaica

from across the beach-
the hollow silver ring of
a turtle drum band

a cold red stripe-
cabana lights
gently sway

Andrew

night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars

desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars

Rain

drops of quicksilver
balanced precariously
on a blade of grass

stained glass-
the palette
heavy rain

Vacation

giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands

shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze