Annulled at midnight
This day destined to return
In four years from now
Category: Family
Pullman
Rolling through the night
The rhythm of the train tracks
Rocking us to sleep
Treasure
Winter shore winds blow
Swirling my daughter’s hair as
We search for sea glass
Return
Salt hangs in the mist
The bell from a channel buoy
Guiding me back home
Napping
A lazy Sunday
You, dozing on the white couch
Lovely as ever
Beginnings
We walk the worn paths
Of an unexplored landscape
The first of many
Shadow
The crook of my arm
Cradling ebony silk
Purring in my ear
Millstone
Old memories found
In the back of the closet
Hiding in the gloom
Contentment
In our bed, half asleep
The years of comfort found in
The space between us
Alone
In the lone white oak
A solitary squirrel
Calls out for its mate