winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Reflection
can’t tell from here if
I’m inside looking out or
outside looking in
–
midnight musing-
maybe I’m the one
in the mirror
Night
moonlight in the surf-
a little black dress gathers
in pools at her feet
–
island starlight-
cool sand on
your bare thighs
Glow
sitting ‘neath the moon-
entranced by the graceful curve
of your bare shoulder
–
caramel skin-
silver moonlight
in your hair
Luna
full moon sunrise-
a thin spiderweb of clouds
spun across the sky
–
brightening skies-
the morning moon
greets the sun
Mortality
much more so than life
death will be my defining
characteristic
–
a cold rain
the bus arrives
to take me back home
Spring
blue snow glories-
dry autumn leaves pushed aside
to make way for spring
–
muddy paw prints-
tracking spring
across my floors
Fair
taunting the punters-
precariously balanced
just before the plunge
–
the village fete-
powdered sugar
dusts my shirt
DaylightSavings
late winter sunlight-
dawn paints my bedroom walls gold
an hour too early
–
almost spring-
awake before
my coffee pot
Reflection
can’t tell from here if
I’m inside looking out or
outside looking in
–
midnight musing-
maybe I’m the one
in the mirror
Night
moonlight in the surf-
a little black dress gathers
in pools at her feet
–
island starlight-
cool sand on
your bare thighs
Glow
sitting ‘neath the moon-
entranced by the graceful curve
of your bare shoulder
–
caramel skin-
silver moonlight
in your hair
Luna
full moon sunrise-
a thin spiderweb of clouds
spun across the sky
–
brightening skies-
the morning moon
greets the sun
Mortality
much more so than life
death will be my defining
characteristic
–
a cold rain
the bus arrives
to take me back home
Spring
blue snow glories-
dry autumn leaves pushed aside
to make way for spring
–
muddy paw prints-
tracking spring
across my floors
Fair
taunting the punters-
precariously balanced
just before the plunge
–
the village fete-
powdered sugar
dusts my shirt
DaylightSavings
late winter sunlight-
dawn paints my bedroom walls gold
an hour too early
–
almost spring-
awake before
my coffee pot
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