The Return
Wet grass
and soaked shoes
sloppy puddles
and muddy fields
the rain is back
once again
so very missed
by earth and man
that the world seems
to sigh in relief
as I lie in the chill
on the sopping ground
and smile gratitude
to the weeping sky
Saying Goodbye
Temperatures cool
and blossoms fade
as only the hardy
remain
splashes of color
shift
from the burst
of floral color
to the autumn flames
of turning leaves
but here and there
you can still find
a bit of vibrant hues
like an echo
of the summer
gone
The Woods
Green fronds
brush
against bare skin
as we pass
on a climb
ever higher
and breathe in
deep
of air fragrant
with the spice
of cedar
blended
with the musk
of dark earth
and tang of fern fronds
Your Canvas
Paint my skin
the skin I’m in
paint it with
sweet promise
and blooming flush
of bright blush
an echo after
the rough scrap
of whiskers
and graze
of calloused touch
with your kisses
and your claim
Yours
Lazy Evenings
Quiet moments
lazy and warm
comfort complete
in the act
of soft touches
and the low rumble
of your voice
teasing at my ear
with sweet words
as light kisses join
thrumming chuckles
and the rise and fall
of each breath
just beneath
my sprawl
Treasures Found
Quarters
coins
and shiny things
paperclips
and shoelaces
fallen leaves
and plastic bits
parking lots
are treasure troves
where trash collects
discarded
along with
well loved
lost puppies
Twisting the Leaf 