Thaw

great sheets of lake ice
cracked and heaving in the sun
as they come onshore

a cold night-
the ice in your drink
begins to melt

Return

ripples on ripples-
the pond’s once glassy surface
welcomes back the rain

a forest lea-
the doe and her fawn
return to the wood

Spring

tiger lilies bloom-
last year’s fallen leaves begin
dancing with the wind

crocus blooms –
a young robin
in my birdbath

Suicide

clutching thoughts and prayers
while we let those who suffer
slip through our fingers

predawn chill-
sleeping children
suddenly fatherless

Contemplation

a time worn foot path
generations of sandals
eroding the stones

along the path-
moss grows over
the garden stones

Wood

the smell of sawdust-
practiced hands work the gouges

turning wood to art

ocean waves-
driftwood rests
among the shells

River

a long meander-
river banks bent by the slow
persistence of time

weeping willows-
cattails and rushes
bend in the wind

Meet

the first day we met
your perfect little fingers
wrapped around my thumb

laundromat-
your clothes tumble
next to mine

Disaster

horizontal rain-
fractured palms and broken dreams
tumble down the street

dark greasy smoke-
The sky lit
by falling embers

Insomnia

dull red numerals-
precious sleep stolen away
minute by minute

the wee hours-
eyes wide open
In the darkness