Fire applied to water Water gurgling through coffee Slippered feet touching earth Now if only I can find more than Wind between my ears  

Early sunrise and late sunset Popsicles and iced tea Camping and barbecues Road trips and family vacations School time anticipation Swimming and hiking Bike rides and marathons Staying up late and sleeping in Sunshine on my face Sunburns and dehydration Family reunions and sporting events…

The Gardener   Unprepared and precious, I lift them out with two hands. I find in the dirt of my new garden decrepit plastic whiffle balls, cracked open like an eggshell on one side where nothing has escaped, empty from inception, and chunk pieces of…

there to remind you that tanktops are for layering and second helpings are for skinny girls and not everyone has room to grow.     and That Thing your stepfather said two years ago still echoes in your mind every time hunger curls in the…

The wind blows my hair away But it’s neither cool nor soothing It burns like those flames Which engulf my whole being. A shaky breath, hands full of dirt No amount of water could clean Not even the mightiest earthquakes Could shake a resolve so…

The turning of a leaf speaks in deep rhythms to ring, as the wind gently whispers through thick boughs of green fingers anxiously awaiting the oncoming rain. Even the soil seems loosened from under my feet, respiring, giving way to make room for moisture to…

The rush it comes in waves, midnight, midmorning Succours and saves, for a time, a moment I’m left behind, left behind, Left to right, right to left, Time is bent, time is blind back to the beginning again.

(A 4-stanza 5-7-5) crack open mountains hot red rock or cool water drink until it’s dry tear through the heavens lightning quick and thunder loud grumble as they cry pour into the sea sick black slicks and plastic dreams salt turned acid stings burn bright,…

I could not be moved Only consumed as the wind pushed the air trapped in my lungs I could not be moved The foundation beneath my boot, dug into the earth Unsafe Consumed Unaware I stand in the fire take me to the water

Woot first poem done!! Can’t wait to get the others written.   Compass Elements   I stand in a circle Looking north to mountains Earth rising above me Strength and will holding it high   I turn to the east Watching trees bend Wind showing…