Farming
verdant fields of grass
freshly cut into windrows
drying in the sun
–
migrant bees-
tend the
grape arbor
Category Archives: Sound
Morning
awake in my bed-
dawn eases through my window
gilding all I see
–
a web of stars-
blackbird songs
invades my dreams
Return
the lobsterman’s wife
watching the lighthouse at the
dying of the day
–
silent passage-
darkening water
laps the shore
Escape
alone on the road
speeding towards oblivion
far away from you
–
velvet panic-
our safe word
forgotten
Shoreline
the wind on the dunes-
playful fingers turning the
pages of my book
–
wet towels-
bare feet
on my dash
Fire
in the line of fire
standing while the others fall
I am bulletproof
–
rising smoke-
the doe startled
bounds away
Shore
a cool ocean breeze
comes onshore and brings the taste
of salt to my lips
–
low tide-
footprints of gulls
in the wet sand
Tornados
dark foreboding clouds
low in the afternoon sky
harbingers of doom
–
soft rain-
broken trees
and power lines
Motherhood
that look in your eyes-
it’s an hour before dawn and
we need to leave now
–
exhausted-
more beautiful
than ever
Mortality
pale whispers of men
pass by along the river
rowing in silence
–
walking stick in hand-
my footprints
fading