Love

you’re my cinnamon
my sugar, salt, my pepper
the spice in my life

open windows-
a cool breeze
tousles your hair

Ice King

reaching for you as
just beyond my memory
you slip from my grasp

withered leaves-
parched soil runs
between my fingers

Relentless

endlessly sifting
the detritus of the day
while sleep eludes me

an unkempt sky –
wind driven surf
pounds the shore

Collection

melting chips of ice
droplets chase my finger down
the small of your back

a distant tor-
morning dew bends
the desert grass

Somnolent

the hum of the road
whispering it’s lullaby
rocking me to sleep

empty conch shells-
a rush of warm surf
overcomes me

Lines

night in the forest
an passing train rumbling
off in the distance

distant music-
blackbirds perched
on power lines

Age

living with strangers-
years torn from my memory
replayed day by day

dimming light-
a quiet place
to lay my head

Serenity

gossamer weavings-
drops of early morning dew
snare the rising sun

birdsong-
the stillness
of false dawn

Waves

a pair of otters
dozing in the sun floating
far out in the bay

bleached driftwood-
iridescent sand
on the ebb tide

Change

as the sun descends
she draws the curtain of night
to unveil the moon

angry lovers-
the evening sun
sets the sky aflame