Fire

partly melted snow-
embers from the campfire rise
toward the gibbous moon

a distant glow-
wood smoke and laughter
carried on the wind

mornings

standing by the sink-
I feel the warmth from your feet
on the bathroom floor

lost in your dreams-
I silence my alarm
before it wakes you

Laundry

linens on the line-
warm peals of children’s laughter
waft in on the breeze

wicker baskets-
a coffee can of
broken clothespins

Wonder

the morning commute-
unexpected lavender blossoms
along the roadside

traffic-
a glimpse of
an osprey

farm stand

by a country lane-
a hand lettered wooden sign
farm fresh eggs for sale

fresh eggs-
a card table
in the shade

Moonlight

bright mid-winter stars-
your alabaster shoulders
dressed by the ghost moon

rumpled sheets-
asleep intertwined
blanketed by the moon

Sky

lost amid the clouds-
the afternoon sky whispers
my name to the wind

wistfully blue-
dandelions
in your hair

Afternoon

a chorus of birds-
greening trees cast shade across
our secret meadow

slating sunlight-
motes of dust
defy gravity

Sunday

warm morning birdsong-
my love asleep next to me
aglow in the sun

robin song-
curtains sway in
the morning breeze

Après

a passing shower-
drops of moonlight patter on
our shared umbrella

the taxi gone-
three long flights
to your apartment