Drying… Dying
Moisture grows
the strangest things
on every surface
and shadowed
nook and crevice
Lichen thrives
among the bark
as mossy tendrils
drape over rocks
branches coated
with all kinds of life
creating foreign words
teeming and wild
Please bring back the rain
The Lonely Duck
Little quacker all alone
picking
among the rocks
where have all
your friends gone
to leave you
by yourself
it’s time to slip
into cool water
and paddle away
and find your friends
to swim with
and while away
the day
Even rubber duckies
need friends
Together
Your whiskers
brush
playful
against skin
sensitized
to touch
Soft in nuzzle
and rough
in their graze
leaving pink streaks
behind
as skin flushes bright
in response
Together
Just a stroll
on a lazy day
with summer heat
and cricket song
a meandering stroll
along a lakeside path
with fingers tangled
as shoes scuff hollow
on wooden planks
and we pause
to look at lily pads
and dragonflies
I want this with you
Catch of a Lifetime
Out of all
the fish in the sea
it is only me
Your eye drawn
and your breath caught
You couldn’t look away
You reached out
and your fist curled
around my throat
and then my soul
and I have fallen
so deeply
that it is only you
I see now too
I am the chosen
and yours.
Ceanothus
Little buds
of palest blue
split
like a star
to unfurl
revealing delicate
bits of white
the heart of beauty
for bee’s delight
Your sunlight shines
upon my soul
and like these flowers
you make me glow
I love you.
Twisting the Leaf 