November 2017 – Page 3

autumn morning light
wanders in through the curtains-
your slow even breath
–
darkness-
waking to
a sudden rain

icy autumn breath
a sliver of the full moon
gazes down on me
–
morning run-
frozen leaves
crunch underfoot

waiting for the sun-
sitting on a weathered dock
fishing rod in hand
–
fly fishing-
casting shadows
on the water

a single oak leaf
silently floats through the air
under azure skies
–
twelve again-
shuffling through
a pile of leaves

coastal bittersweet-
north winds blow the raging sea
against the breakers
–
highland cliffs-
amethyst heather
in bloom

in silent anguish
the mute reach out for justice
their voices stolen
–
discordant music-
in the apple tree
a starling

sensing acceptace
evil walks in the daylight
no longer afraid
–
sunlight-
insects scatter
from prying eyes

staring at myself-
the bottom of a shot glass
looking back at me
–
oasis-
an empty carcass
in the sand

hard conversations
and a tongue well versed in the
dialogue of death
–
cherry blossoms-
walking the garden
with just enough poison

staring unfocused-
bloodshot sky barely noticed
through these bleary eyes
–
cottonmouth-
a morning dove
splits my skull