Death

with a poisoned pen
I write stories in the blood
of the innocent

desert sagebrush-
rattlesnakes hidden
in plain sight

Shadows

golden morning light
drapes across the pristine snow-
dark bamboo shadows

late afternoon-
shadows cast by
window blind
 
#shadows

Fear

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

an owl’s cry-
the field mouse
frozen

Mirrors

a gilded mirror-
reflections of other lives 
from across the room

frosted windows-
fire reflected
in your eyes

Safe

lonely red roses
walked off from the outside by
a thicket of thorns

the sun
our children at play
in the back yard

Illusions

folding the laundry-
I struggle with the mundane
while fame eludes me

feeding the birds-
a passing peacock
opens his tail

Run

running through the woods
peep frogs fall silent as I
pass by unannounced

frozen breath-
the sun rises
to greet me

Safety

alone in my room-
I can only feel safe when
no one’s allowed in

dying light-
the forest
changes

Warmth

warm morning sunlight-
a vague shadow on the wall
in the shape of you

a glass of wine-
the warm glow
on your face

Thirst

palm leaves shade the sand-
reclining in a chaise lounge
drinking in the sun

salt air-
margaritas
whet my dreams