winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Shock
distant sirens wail
slowly I realize that
you’re not coming home
–
a warm shower
startled awake
by the telephone
Light
my lantern’s warm glow
shadows cast into the night
back from whence they came
–
shafts of sunlight
dust motes
lazily float by
Emegence
on the river bank
the flashing of fireflies
set the trees alight
–
soaring gulls
an empty shell
half in the sand
Recollections
our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one
–
calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing
Amour
your licorice lips
the taste of clove and anise
lingers on my tongue
–
quiet sunrise
a rose bud
slowly opens
Castles
the Scottish highlands
a castle ruin, moss, and stone
rising from the moors
–
falcons take wing
moonlight ripples
on the loch
Fire
well seasoned hardwood
crackles and hisses as it
slowly turns to ash
–
rolling seas
a cigarette cupped
against the wind
Transitions
freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave
–
curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth
Shock
distant sirens wail
slowly I realize that
you’re not coming home
–
a warm shower
startled awake
by the telephone
Light
my lantern’s warm glow
shadows cast into the night
back from whence they came
–
shafts of sunlight
dust motes
lazily float by
Emegence
on the river bank
the flashing of fireflies
set the trees alight
–
soaring gulls
an empty shell
half in the sand
Recollections
our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one
–
calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing
Amour
your licorice lips
the taste of clove and anise
lingers on my tongue
–
quiet sunrise
a rose bud
slowly opens
Castles
the Scottish highlands
a castle ruin, moss, and stone
rising from the moors
–
falcons take wing
moonlight ripples
on the loch
Fire
well seasoned hardwood
crackles and hisses as it
slowly turns to ash
–
rolling seas
a cigarette cupped
against the wind
Transitions
freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave
–
curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth
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