volcano

Volcano

Burning in frustration and anger, I cry.
Tears spill from my eyes,
erupting like molten lava,
searing trails down my cheeks,
only to be hardened by your coldness.

Moon Rise

Moon Rise

Airbrushed clouds
caress tree tops.
Aspens shiver
in the winter wind,
as the pregnant moon
rises sleepily
against a canvas
of sky-blue-pink...

Lace

Lace

Pure,
delicate,
intertwined threads,
depending on one another
for strength,
yet leaving space
to breathe.
Graceful,
elegant,
fabric of feeling,
woven with time
and patience,
fragile, yet invincible.
Love

for Donna...

I have a friend that lost a baby due to a tubal pregnancy... thinking of her today....


Thinking of Donna

Silhouette of trees
outlined by
blue-white gray
sky snow.
Train whistle
in the distance
completes the picture...