Community
surrounded by friends
sitting around the campfire
retelling old tales
–
clearing skies-
broken branches
new neighbors
surrounded by friends
sitting around the campfire
retelling old tales
–
clearing skies-
broken branches
new neighbors
from across the beach-
the hollow silver ring of
a turtle drum band
–
a cold red stripe-
cabana lights
gently sway
naked in the sun
draped in caribbean light
among the seashells
–
abalone-
the warm glow
of auburn skin
drops of quicksilver
balanced precariously
on a blade of grass
–
stained glass-
the palette
heavy rain
giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands
–
shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze
dark clouds veil the sun-
abandoned by my shadow
alone once again
–
brooding skies-
the scowl of
thunderclouds
changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice
a mournful windsong
whispering past long dead oaks-
the forest’s lament
–
graveside rain-
one last leaf
taken by the wind
perfectly flat stones
skipping on a gentle arc
across the water
–
a quiet splash-
willow branches
touch the water
on this lonesome road
my only legacy the
footprints in the dust
–
empty shells-
ocean waves
wash the shore