winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Conflict
averting my eyes
pretending not to notice
your scars and bruises
–
cherry copper leaves-
the distant crash
of rutting stags
Decisions
entwined in the sheets
last night you were in my bed
complicating things
–
a cold rain-
leaving alone
at closing time
Willow
a warm southern breeze
long willow boughs sway gently
caressing the earth
–
spring rains-
the willow’s soft tears
darken the ground
Winter
as winter arrives
fog seeps into the valley
under a veiled moon
–
harvest moon-
the arthritic fingers
of barren trees
Freedom
standing at the bow
salt spray drenching your sundress
the sun in your hair
–
terns on the wing-
flecks of sea foam
floating gently past
Rain
caught in the moment
losing time watching you dance
barefoot in the rain
–
cloudburst-
green leaves on the
steaming pavement
Flight
down by the lakeside
a skein of migrating geese
glide in for a rest
–
hot pavement-
the roar of flight
fills my ears
Pending
a deep mountain pool
overflowing with moonlight
waiting on the rain
–
predawn silence-
dew collects
on fallen leaves
Conflict
averting my eyes
pretending not to notice
your scars and bruises
–
cherry copper leaves-
the distant crash
of rutting stags
Decisions
entwined in the sheets
last night you were in my bed
complicating things
–
a cold rain-
leaving alone
at closing time
Willow
a warm southern breeze
long willow boughs sway gently
caressing the earth
–
spring rains-
the willow’s soft tears
darken the ground
Winter
as winter arrives
fog seeps into the valley
under a veiled moon
–
harvest moon-
the arthritic fingers
of barren trees
Freedom
standing at the bow
salt spray drenching your sundress
the sun in your hair
–
terns on the wing-
flecks of sea foam
floating gently past
Rain
caught in the moment
losing time watching you dance
barefoot in the rain
–
cloudburst-
green leaves on the
steaming pavement
Flight
down by the lakeside
a skein of migrating geese
glide in for a rest
–
hot pavement-
the roar of flight
fills my ears
Pending
a deep mountain pool
overflowing with moonlight
waiting on the rain
–
predawn silence-
dew collects
on fallen leaves
Click on a link above to see the responses or to leave one of your own!
If you’d prefer your creativity to flow unfettered, click over to Maiku.