Shadow

a field of shadows-
the bargains made with myself
so swiftly broken

a full flower moon-
silver shadowed
daffodils

Evening

under a clear sky-
if only this cloud of gnats
would leave me in peace

venus rising-
our picnic blanket
wet with dew

Sleep

your hand grasps my thumb-
our breathing becomes one as
sleep takes you away

post bottle-
a twitch wakes you
for just a moment

Spring

crimson in the sun-
the first cardinal of spring
on my garden gate

april morning-
daffodils
in the rain

Dream

an ocean of sleep-
the receding tide leaves a
tangled mat of dreams

dandelion seeds-
bare whispers
of my mind

Campfire

april darkling skies-
picking up dry kindling for
the seasons last fire

well worn stories-
glowing embers
float skyward

Breeze

honeysuckle winds
blowing through the fresh linens
hanging on the line

an evening walk-
the perfume of
my neighbor’s grill

Firefly

a cricket’s chorus-
mercury and venus lost
amid the fireflies

emergent dusk-
spatters of light
in the new grass

Nightwings

on reticent wings
under cover of darkness-
silently hunting

liquid moon-
a stream of bats
flows through the night sky

Warmth

late afternoon sun
shadows of rhododendrons
dance upon my wall

woolen socks-
warm feet on
the windowsill