Maternal Instinct

Nightfall.
Three ducklings trail
behind me on the dock.
My biological clock ticks
louder.

No Muss, No Fuss

You left.
No words, just your
name scratched off the mailbox.
Sometimes, love leaves with only a
whisper.
     

Strangers

Our hands
touch as we pass.
Strangers, in the moment—
a brief, but unforgettable
exchange.

Different Eyes

Night lights.
He talks of stars
in scientific terms,
when I only want to watch them
twinkle.

Whispers in the Dark

Love lies.
Your promises
believable by night.
In the cold light of day, they are
just lies.

Appointment With Death

Death watch.
An old woman
waits, hands crossed in her lap.
Yet, it comes for the little girl
next door.

Mismatched

Blind date—
As he chatters
on about stocks and bonds,
I examine the snowflake on
my glove.