HIS WORDS

I would recognize  you for the things I know best

The things that matter most to me

Your eyes

The sound of your voice

The softness of your lips

The smell of your breath

The shape of your hand

The feel of your fingers

The warmth of your breast

And the gentleness of your speech

9.12.2012

Watching water fall

Gently in golden light, that

Late afternoon sun

Our eyes touch, holding, crinkling

To smiles.  We laugh, delighting.

9.4.2012

Three Haiku

                       1

hair riffled in warm breeze
basking pleasure apparent
cat sleeps by heat vent

                      

                     2

sol's bright cold sparkle
glitter frozen twig and tree
sunshine winter day

                     3

warm breathclouds steam
into chill morning, dark turns gray
horse munchs content