winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Shade
an ominous day
dark clouds pass before the sun
portents of ruin
–
stippled hillsides
revealing light and
fleeting shadows
Renewal
wishing you all peace
in the hope and promise of
the coming new year
–
auburn leaves
a chestnut takes root
in the dampened earth
Direction
guiding my journey
walking with the ghost of you
on my chosen path
–
dripping boulders
surging white water
streams diverging
Insomnia
thin walls, raised voices
across the street, it’s last call
in my third floor flat
–
crow on a gaslight
fog blanketing
cobblestones
Slumber
watching you watch me
through heavily lidded eyes
as sleep becomes you
–
brindle underbrush
a chipmunk rests
beneath the leaves
Wetlands
sinking in the marsh
twisted and leafless corpses
wither in the sun
–
restive fish
dipping into
the surface
Ravenous
nubile and supple
and every move reminds me
of my need for you
–
warm afternoon sun
sodden and hungry
awaiting the spawn
Tired
dressed in homespun
with an old straw broom, barefoot
sweeping the dirt floor
–
breaking sun
moist soil on
the coffin’s lid
Shade
an ominous day
dark clouds pass before the sun
portents of ruin
–
stippled hillsides
revealing light and
fleeting shadows
Renewal
wishing you all peace
in the hope and promise of
the coming new year
–
auburn leaves
a chestnut takes root
in the dampened earth
Direction
guiding my journey
walking with the ghost of you
on my chosen path
–
dripping boulders
surging white water
streams diverging
Insomnia
thin walls, raised voices
across the street, it’s last call
in my third floor flat
–
crow on a gaslight
fog blanketing
cobblestones
Slumber
watching you watch me
through heavily lidded eyes
as sleep becomes you
–
brindle underbrush
a chipmunk rests
beneath the leaves
Wetlands
sinking in the marsh
twisted and leafless corpses
wither in the sun
–
restive fish
dipping into
the surface
Ravenous
nubile and supple
and every move reminds me
of my need for you
–
warm afternoon sun
sodden and hungry
awaiting the spawn
Tired
dressed in homespun
with an old straw broom, barefoot
sweeping the dirt floor
–
breaking sun
moist soil on
the coffin’s lid
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