winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Lake
a whitewashed rowboat-
dark supple fingers lightly
crease the still water
–
concentric rings-
arrhythmic
dripping
Pond
ripples from skipped stones-
a startled box turtle slips
beneath the surface
–
sudden silence-
dragonflies rest
on dimpled water
Beach
moonset on the dunes
the smell of last night’s bonfire
lingers in her hair
–
night tide-
stellar sands blaze
across the sky
City
asphalt reflections-
roots of concrete, steel, and glass
descend from the mist
–
the muted city-
not quite rain
falling
Sand
a windswept sandbar-
terns and driftwood bear witness
to the passing clouds
–
the water’s edge-
a plover’s tracks
turn to sea
Death
absent mourning doves-
I wander aimless around
this cold empty house
–
twelve years gone-
still missing your
hair in the sink
Rain
passing sun showers-
warm rains tease my garden
with false promises
–
grey soil
peppered brown-
scattered rain
release
lingering aimless-
attempting to cross in vain
the border of death
–
almost free-
weightless and yet
still tied to the earth
Lake
a whitewashed rowboat-
dark supple fingers lightly
crease the still water
–
concentric rings-
arrhythmic
dripping
Pond
ripples from skipped stones-
a startled box turtle slips
beneath the surface
–
sudden silence-
dragonflies rest
on dimpled water
Beach
moonset on the dunes
the smell of last night’s bonfire
lingers in her hair
–
night tide-
stellar sands blaze
across the sky
City
asphalt reflections-
roots of concrete, steel, and glass
descend from the mist
–
the muted city-
not quite rain
falling
Sand
a windswept sandbar-
terns and driftwood bear witness
to the passing clouds
–
the water’s edge-
a plover’s tracks
turn to sea
Death
absent mourning doves-
I wander aimless around
this cold empty house
–
twelve years gone-
still missing your
hair in the sink
Rain
passing sun showers-
warm rains tease my garden
with false promises
–
grey soil
peppered brown-
scattered rain
release
lingering aimless-
attempting to cross in vain
the border of death
–
almost free-
weightless and yet
still tied to the earth
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