winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Light
the long autumn sun
shining through the turning leaves
of October trees
–
frosted windows-
winter morning light
spreads across my floor
Storm
a lone egret stands
beneath a spreading chestnut
sheltered from the rain
–
thunder snow-
after images of
white lighting
Ice King
reaching for you as
just beyond my memory
you slip from my grasp
–
withered leaves-
parched soil runs
between my fingers
Odyssey
it’s been a long ride-
this road’s often difficult
but worth the journey
–
apple blossoms-
taken by the
wandering wind
Transformation
an aging pen knife
coaxes an old fisherman
from a block of wood
–
midday rain-
an empty chrysalis
among the milkweed
Extinguished
freshly turned earth falls
from the back of my shovel
burying the light
–
overcast skies-
a tenuous flame
turns to smoke
Mirage
the heat off your skin
bending the air and making
my resolve waver
–
desert sands-
shimmering water
in the distance
Flower
my head on your thigh
searching for divinity
in a sunflower
–
crimson booms
stain the pallid
melting snow
Light
the long autumn sun
shining through the turning leaves
of October trees
–
frosted windows-
winter morning light
spreads across my floor
Storm
a lone egret stands
beneath a spreading chestnut
sheltered from the rain
–
thunder snow-
after images of
white lighting
Ice King
reaching for you as
just beyond my memory
you slip from my grasp
–
withered leaves-
parched soil runs
between my fingers
Odyssey
it’s been a long ride-
this road’s often difficult
but worth the journey
–
apple blossoms-
taken by the
wandering wind
Transformation
an aging pen knife
coaxes an old fisherman
from a block of wood
–
midday rain-
an empty chrysalis
among the milkweed
Extinguished
freshly turned earth falls
from the back of my shovel
burying the light
–
overcast skies-
a tenuous flame
turns to smoke
Mirage
the heat off your skin
bending the air and making
my resolve waver
–
desert sands-
shimmering water
in the distance
Flower
my head on your thigh
searching for divinity
in a sunflower
–
crimson booms
stain the pallid
melting snow
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