Waltz of the Wildflowers

Softly plays the breeze
across stems
Petals dance in ecstasy
at its caress
Nodding heads
bow to each other
In perfectly choreographed
unison
As nature's ballroom
hosts
The waltz of the wildflowers
 

Perfection or Abrasion?

Watching
incessant motion
ever-changing ocean

Waves
crashing over rocks
ceaselessly pounding

Smoothing
jagged roughness
slowly - irrevocably

And I?
Am I smoother?
Or just worn down?
 

Snatched Away

He croaks my name
around a tube going down his throat,
wide, full of fear, eyes
look into mine.
I hold his hand and try to smile
as if we haven't both just been thrown
into an unimaginable nightmare,
while a conglomeration of ICU equipment
records each long, interminable second.
The next week...he's gone!