June 2017 – Page 3

the smile on your lips
reaches deep into your eyes
and into my heart
–
darkness-
reaching out
for your hand

the sky badly bruised
sitting beneath the mottled
colors of sundown
–
roiling-
iron clouds
hanging low

the burning forests-
gaia’s tears turn to embers
borne off by the wind
–
peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire

the wind in your hair
miles unspooling behind us
escaping our past
–
needle and thread-
finding holes
in a spider’s web

with the setting sun
purple ink spreads across the
paper of the night
–
coming darkness-
the ravens gather
on my roof

picking at breakfast
sitting across the table
from the ghost of you
–
wilted flowers-
your whisper
in my ear

the day’s work is done
a blanket of fog settles
over bleaching bones
–
curling water-
the soft rattle
of empty shells

ebony leaves strewn
across an indigo sky
fading out to black
–
moonless-
the warm glow
of a distant fire

shadows of flowers
paint the skin across the vale
of your naked back
–
clouds float by-
shadows spill
into the valley

flurries of spring snow-
aspen seeds riding the wind
drifting in the sun
–
iron anvils-
the thickening
of august