Sparks

warm potbellied stove-
the winter air crackles with
electricity 

dry night air-
your touch
shocking

Love

empty wine bottles-
binging our favorite series 
into the wee hours

dying embers-
our feet under
the afghan

Apples

the last day of spring-
apple blossoms ride on the
late afternoon breeze

barefoot-
crab apples
in the grass

Anticipation

at the podium 
a wool blanket wraps itself
around my tongue

summer sun-
snowy cotton
waiting for harvest 

Stream

by a forest stream
above the frogs and crickets-
winter stars appear 

late spring thaw-
fox kits cross
a fallen oak

Water

heavy water jugs-
her small bare feet unwashed and
calloused from the road

the rivers edge-
awaiting her turn 
in the water

Fear

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

an owl’s cry-
the field mouse
frozen

Moonlight

a quicksilver moon-
coyotes in the woods call
the gathering dawn

winter moon-
afloat on the
midnight surf

Tired

the tv on low-
your breathing slows as you fall
asleep on my chest 

the risen moon-
soft cries heard
as you fight sleep

Rainfall

heavy pounding rain 
outside my window the world-
a monet painting 

early morning rain-
snare drumming 
on the skylights