Mount Hood

As seen from my airplane  -  

A lost stump in a long line of 

forgotten mountains.

Sunburn

Pink skin stretched tight.  

It hurts to laugh or cry 

and so I sit still.

Monday Morning

The low hum of car tires

on asphalt lull me from

bed to greet the day.

Settling

The house creeks like

the bones in my knees

as I kneel to pray.

Clean

Fresh, crisp air

full of morning dew.  Not yet

tainted by pollution.

Dawn

Porch lights left on

no longer give off their

comforting glow.

Dawn Approaches

All that is left 

behind are droplets of dew 

on blades of grass.