Trapped

in an old wheelchair
a young girl waits deep inside
the shell of herself

first light-
a sliver of dawn
beneath the door

Laundry

an empty basket-
warm sunlight on this week’s wash
snapping on the line

old bones-
family secrets
in the closet

Wet

barely keeping still-
my fingers brushing across
your wet ruby lips

waves lap the shore-
your hair drying in
the tropical sun

Morning

midsummer morning-
a pair of cardinals perch
in the zebra grass

fields of mist-
a robin’s nest
full of shadows

Harvest

a spreading elm tree-
leathered fingers deftly weed
the cutting garden

flooded fields-
years of harvests
in her hands

Gardening

a cutting garden-
in the shade of a straw hat
she tends the flowers

up with the sun-
bent double
pulling weeds

Danger

sitting at the bar-
beautiful and dangerous
death in a red dress

mangrove trees-
crocodiles
come and go

Roses

crimson rose petals
clinging to a withered stem
slowly turning brown

tea rose petals –
the crystal bowl
overflowing

Marsh

among the rushes
herons stand in the salt marsh
waiting for the tide

auburn sunrise-
dawn breezes stir
fields of cattails

Reflecting

searching for reasons
why I blame everyone else
for my own failings

brooding skies-
trees reflected
in iron water