.
midnight
the wild sea
sinking into
crashing waves
all the falling stars
.
.
midnight
the wild sea
sinking into
crashing waves
all the falling stars
.
.
dark moonless night
all the hidden crickets
telling taller tales
.
.
windy days
the path filled
with brambles and weeds —
my heart
since losing you
.
.
magical wonderland —
all the treasures to find
in the place called Lost
.
.
windy days
drip-dry laundry — all the
rainbow-color clothespins
line dancing
.
.
seafood restaurant
clams, oysters, crabs —
out the back door
pelicans wait to share
.
.
the edge of day —
caught in wispy clouds
the moon’s fading glow
.
.
late summer heat —
dreaming of peach blossoms
cherry blossoms, plums —
all the sweet flavors
teasing my tongue
.
.
still life . . .
home made clothes-pin bag
grandma hangs wet laundry
on an endless drip-dry line
.
.
the old pond
singing frogs jump
into the sound of water
.
.
blinding summer sun
stumbling in
to an eye exam
.
.
dreary morning
suddenly alive —
raindrops tapping
the windowpane
.
.
passing midnight train —
is the whistle blowing
tonight or tomorrow?
.
.
the muse has fled
my soul can find no words
mom’s gone a month 2 days
daddy a decade now
and in between them both
my husband begged to go
.
.
.
wild rosemary
lines the garden path
smellingf tonight’s
dinner plans
.
.
dark
silent
night
listening
for
the
sound
of
falling
stars
.
.
break of day
all the chirping birds
celebrate
the rising sun
.
.
gusty winds —
as waves crash the shore
our kites
dance in the sky
.