Fog
evergreen hillsides
barely clothed in morning mist
slowly disrobing
–
splitting wood-
the morning haze
burns away
Category Archives: Sound
Vacation
giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands
–
shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze
Senses
your head on my chest
my face buried in your hair
breathing in your scent
–
the witching hour-
watching your heart
softly beating
Night Owl
my bed calls to me
impossible to ignore
but yet I still try
–
waxing moon-
gliding down
on silent wings
Blackout
candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night
–
the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back
Anger
dark clouds veil the sun-
abandoned by my shadow
alone once again
–
brooding skies-
the scowl of
thunderclouds
Disappointment
I break a bit more
every time I remember
you’re not coming home
–
overcast skies-
again the postman
skips my house
Ferrier
a saddle blanket-
the only thing found between
my jeans and my horse
–
horseshoes-
the coal forge
cherry red
Smoke
coupling freight cars-
clouds of smoke darken the air
throughout the rail yard
–
startled crows-
smoke and coal ash
fill the sky
Zen
perfectly flat stones
skipping on a gentle arc
across the water
–
a quiet splash-
willow branches
touch the water