Lost

every nerve exposed-
in the comfort of her mind
she shuts out the world

long afternoon shadows-
an old rocking horse
threadbare and faded

Tracks

walking in the tide
my temporary footprints
too soon forgotten

gentle flurries-
fresh tracks lead
to the birdbath

Lines

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

distant music-
blackbirds perched
on power lines

Need

lashed tight to the mast-
tempted by the siren song
of just one more drink

steaming pavement-
distant sirens bay
at the full moon

Rhythm

shortening my stride
slowing behind old lovers
walking hand in hand

icy harbor-
the crush of a
rising and falling tide

Serenity

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

birdsong-
the stillness
of false dawn

Quiet

so much left unsaid
I’m not sure that I can take
your icy silence

pools of sunshine-
the soft dripping
of melting ice

Suppression

deafening silence
our civil ramparts falling
amidst the chaos

spring rain-
roaring floods muted
underwater

Waves

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

bleached driftwood-
iridescent sand
on the ebb tide

Echoes

I still feel you here
disturbing the emptiness
well after you’re gone

thunderclouds-
hard rain off
the tin roof