Driving

the ragtop put down
bare feet up on the dashboard
red hair in the wind

pacific coast highway-
california dreamin’
on the radio

Puddles

a rippling sky
cast in all directions by
a child’s rubber boots

parting clouds-
blue jays bathe
in tiny ponds

Fog

sand hill cranes glide through
frost smoke on a mountain lake
as the day begins

coming ashore-
fog blankets
the lighthouse

Dead

the village emptied
bodies lay unburied with
no one left to mourn

tumbleweeds-
sun scoured bones
picked clean

Ocean

white flecks of sea foam
spraying off the ocean waves
and the rising tide

onshore winds-
smell of salt
and the sea

Sails

white on shades of blue-
the day ends as sailors tire
of chasing the wind

moonlight-
sailboats crease
the black water

Crimson

a kiss of sunlight
caught in the underside of
a cardinal’s wing

young rabbits-
wild strawberries
hidden in the grass

Roses

out with the mistress-
his rose garden wilting in
the seething sun

my delicate rose-
thorns buried
in my skin

Nosferatu

hiding from the sun
living in the shadows while
I curse the darkness

the moon obscured-
my ancient thirst
unslaked

Sea

the sea my old friend
greets me with crushed oyster shells
rough beneath my feet

driftwood-
seagulls loiter
above the surf