eyes from the churchyard
watching me
the oldest tombstone

eyes form the churchyard
watching me
the oldest tombstone
I find
the reason for my existence

thunder
…a child’s whimper
into the night

thunder
…a child’s whimper
into the night
mom listens
quietly waiting

thunder
...a child’s whimper
into the night
the calming arms
of her mom

thunder
… a child’s wimper
into the night
rain pounds
extra heart beat in bed

thunder
…a child’s whimper
into the night
finds comfort
in his mother’s arms

Thunder
….a child’s whimper
into the night
eyes are tight
blanket covers his head

man’s best friend
waiting
for his master’s love

man’s best friend
waiting
for his master’s love
tattered bone
of rubber beside

sunny afternoon
chasing butterflies
he laughs

sunny afternoon
chasing butterflies
he laughs
butterfly lands
on his nose

blue MG
top down
scent of her hair

stranded for now
two children sit restlessly
on steps of the school

laughter and giggling
girls stay over
in a tent outside

laughter and giggling
girls stay over
in a tent outside
sharing their secrets
into the moonlight

drinking my coffee
at the kitchen table
thinking

Drinking my coffee
At the kitchen table
Thinking
Sunshines in
A good start

Independence day
willow tree
lingers in the sky

Independence day
willow tree
lingers in the sky
children’s laughter
neon swirls

tractor’s engine
empty garden
under the harvest moon

kitchen table
dandelions
wilting in a glass

kitchen table
dandelions
wilting in a glass
bread molding
on the counter

kitchen table
dandelions
wilting in a glass
a child’s love
for mom

kitchen table
dandelions
wilting in a glass
small hands
adds more

kitchen table
dandelions
wilting in a glass
a gift of love
childhood innocence

built with love
children’s dream house
of cool wet leaves

built with love
children’s dream house
of cool wet leaves
floor of grass
beneath two small feet

the creaking floor screams
as she floats
prayers of transparency

beach
chilly breeze
no more tourists

beach
chilly breeze
no more tourists
one soul
cleans the clutter

beach
chilly breeze
no more tourists
just sand
for miles

beach
chilly breeze
no more tourists
seagull’s cry
draw my arms close

Beach
Chilly breeze
No more tourists
Seasons end
Locals exhale

buttered corn
in its shuck
popping loudly