Fire
ashes in the air
embers of glowing orange
peering through the flames
–
quiet laughter-
coals dying
in the night
ashes in the air
embers of glowing orange
peering through the flames
–
quiet laughter-
coals dying
in the night
thick solemn silence
dozens of flag draped coffins
lining the tarmac
–
echoes of summer-
shell casings
in a folded flag
the arc of the sky-
uncountable stars over
an ocean of sand
–
a blanket of stars-
hand on the tiller
slave to the wind
jealous of our affections
in full view of everyone
the moon steals the sun
–
midday-
the spotlight
stolen
out of the shadows
and into the light of day
burning in the sun
–
august sun-
wreaths of flowers
wilting by the roadside
surrounded by friends
sitting around the campfire
retelling old tales
–
clearing skies-
broken branches
new neighbors
from across the beach-
the hollow silver ring of
a turtle drum band
–
a cold red stripe-
cabana lights
gently sway
night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars
–
desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars
drops of quicksilver
balanced precariously
on a blade of grass
–
stained glass-
the palette
heavy rain
giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands
–
shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze