Memories On The Wind

Night breeze
warm on my skin.
I remember your touch—
soft and gently caressing like
the wind.

Sunset

Dusk sky:
warm tapestry
woven by nature’s hand.
Each glowing strand exquisitely
entwined.

The Last Rose

Blood red
velvet petals
lie on the garden path.
The last rose of summer fell as
you left.