Hope

all pleasure-
food, drink, love-
lay ahead
in lengthening shadows.
the most re-
freshing moments
await in the dark
ample lap of e'en

Love Harvest

doesn't she realize
that i am not like an apple tree
in the orchard,
where the picker
can come as often as she wants?

Tidal Surge

my soul aches
since cross words tempest tossed love's
pacific ocean
still damp from the surging tide
sand dries seaward from the edge