winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Afterglow
fire lights in your eyes
glaring over your shoulder
as you walk away
–
night sidles in
faerie lights
fireflies
Anticipation
joyful innocence
unencumbered by malice
that’s yet to be learned
–
the parched forest glen
desperately awaits
the lightning
Comfort
pulling on warm clothes
taken straight from the dryer
my guilty pleasure
–
on the subway
the smile of a dog
being rubbed right
Rain
my wet business shirt
translucent where it clings to
the swell of your hips
–
cloudburst
unexpectedly
caught outside
Comfort
freshly mown hay fields
drenched in the long warm rays of
the afternoon sun
–
an deep indigo sky
with you, the Perseids
and a warm blanket
Flash
while my life flies by
I can’t help but to notice
yours is standing still
–
frozen in flight
the languid sweep
of a hummingbird wing
Affection
loving you out loud
and I’m not even a bit
apologetic
–
trumpeter swans
building their nest atop
a beaver lodge
Storm
in the pre dawn hours
the sounds of distant thunder
lull me back to sleep
–
a hard rain
drumming on
rhododendrons
Afterglow
fire lights in your eyes
glaring over your shoulder
as you walk away
–
night sidles in
faerie lights
fireflies
Anticipation
joyful innocence
unencumbered by malice
that’s yet to be learned
–
the parched forest glen
desperately awaits
the lightning
Comfort
pulling on warm clothes
taken straight from the dryer
my guilty pleasure
–
on the subway
the smile of a dog
being rubbed right
Rain
my wet business shirt
translucent where it clings to
the swell of your hips
–
cloudburst
unexpectedly
caught outside
Comfort
freshly mown hay fields
drenched in the long warm rays of
the afternoon sun
–
an deep indigo sky
with you, the Perseids
and a warm blanket
Flash
while my life flies by
I can’t help but to notice
yours is standing still
–
frozen in flight
the languid sweep
of a hummingbird wing
Affection
loving you out loud
and I’m not even a bit
apologetic
–
trumpeter swans
building their nest atop
a beaver lodge
Storm
in the pre dawn hours
the sounds of distant thunder
lull me back to sleep
–
a hard rain
drumming on
rhododendrons
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