Nature's kindling

slender trunks shedding
their winter's woody layers
upon soft sable earth

Monday

A crisp clear dawning
dark tea steaming from a thick
black mug, a slow start

Big Springs Trail

Atop a ridge: East,
Green hills slope to water's edge
West, bay bridges span

A light yet shines

Her critical eye
peers through a glass, darkly, yet
sees love, life, laughter

Loss

a mother found, lost
a lover's promise, broken
a chosen path, stumbled

Twice comforted

A scar reopened,
tender, compressed by healing
hands in love's embrace.