Solitude
Waves crash on the shore
As uncounted grains of sand
Sift through my fingers
Waves crash on the shore
As uncounted grains of sand
Sift through my fingers
Late October rain
Bees covet the wildflowers
While the desert blooms
Tumbled river stones
Transforming into sand by
Water’s persistence
Dark flowers bloom as
Small drops of rain release the
Incense of the earth
Winter shore winds blow
Swirling my daughter’s hair as
We search for sea glass
Rising from my tea
White threads of heady vapor
Clear the dross of sleep
Salt hangs in the mist
The bell from a channel buoy
Guiding me back home
Heat searing the dunes
Visions of water beckon
Far in the distance.
Ripples of dreams lap
Against the shores of the night
Lulling me to sleep
A desert reborn
As rain coalesces and
Falls to the parched earth