Waiting

A tendril of smoke
Rises from her cigarette
As she sits alone

Fall

Autumn’s final leaf
Lets go it’s hold on winter
And portends the spring

Barefoot

Shards of your anger
Litter the ground around you
Keeping me at bay

Migration

The loon framed against
A burnished copper sky flies
Towards the setting sun

Regrets

All this cheap bourbon
Can’t help me forget the blood
I just can’t wash off

Memories

Lightning bugs at dusk
Their glow, a beacon for those
Seeking simpler times

Awakening

I took for granted
Always waking up next to
Your side of the bed

Caution

Lessons from the past
Harbingers of the future
We choose to ignore

Peep

The springtime wetland
Chorus comes alive at dusk
As the peep frogs sing

Hope

From the sheer cliff face
An eager seedling rises
Grasping at the sun