winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Contemplation
a time worn foot path
generations of sandals
eroding the stones
–
along the path-
moss grows over
the garden stones
Wood
the smell of sawdust-
practiced hands work the gouges
turning wood to art
–
ocean waves-
driftwood rests
among the shells
River
a long meander-
river banks bent by the slow
persistence of time
–
weeping willows-
cattails and rushes
bend in the wind
Meet
the first day we met
your perfect little fingers
wrapped around my thumb
–
laundromat-
your clothes tumble
next to mine
Disaster
horizontal rain-
fractured palms and broken dreams
tumble down the street
–
dark greasy smoke-
The sky lit
by falling embers
Rest
evening in the woods-
footfalls in the the underbrush
betray my silence
–
a park bench-
convincing a crow
to let me sit
Insomnia
dull red numerals-
precious sleep stolen away
minute by minute
–
the wee hours-
eyes wide open
In the darkness
Transition
late afternoon sun-
snow fades to grass as winter
draws to a close
–
red feathers-
in the snow
a purple crocus
Contemplation
a time worn foot path
generations of sandals
eroding the stones
–
along the path-
moss grows over
the garden stones
Wood
the smell of sawdust-
practiced hands work the gouges
turning wood to art
–
ocean waves-
driftwood rests
among the shells
River
a long meander-
river banks bent by the slow
persistence of time
–
weeping willows-
cattails and rushes
bend in the wind
Meet
the first day we met
your perfect little fingers
wrapped around my thumb
–
laundromat-
your clothes tumble
next to mine
Disaster
horizontal rain-
fractured palms and broken dreams
tumble down the street
–
dark greasy smoke-
The sky lit
by falling embers
Rest
evening in the woods-
footfalls in the the underbrush
betray my silence
–
a park bench-
convincing a crow
to let me sit
Insomnia
dull red numerals-
precious sleep stolen away
minute by minute
–
the wee hours-
eyes wide open
In the darkness
Transition
late afternoon sun-
snow fades to grass as winter
draws to a close
–
red feathers-
in the snow
a purple crocus
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