sea horizon breaks
rose sun above snowed mountains
warms powder white sand
midday sun scorching
a monotony of waves
in shade sleep and dream
last swim draws shivers
last light falls behind the pines
love slowly sinking
Horseshoe
The youngsters were pitching horseshoes on the green. Dino’s caught the peg, caught, spun and settled. The boys stared as a rainbow shone up from where the shoe lay, up, up and down again beyond the horizon of the hills. As one, they stood and walked towards home.
Black figs
black figs have fallen
dusty air smells of fennel
sweet late summer thoughts
Fingertips
fingertips; your lips
slowly waking to moonlight
my lips; fingertips
Early dark
early dark evening
lowering sky autumn chill
summer is over
Don’t like poetry?
Don’t like poetry?
Why don’t you take a haiku?
It’s easy enough.
The wind has shifted
The wind has shifted to the south. In the air desert dust drifts; jellyfish tint the greasy sea pink. He knows he should not jump.
something from nothing
something from nothing
silence, slow breathing, your voice
day softly begins
Attention
Fitz hired a marching band to follow her and finally got her attention. She threw a flag in the air and a smile in his direction.
Pebble
I hold a pebble from the beach, hold it tight. My knuckles are white. When you turn to face me, I will open my hand. When you turn. When…. If….
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