January 2019 – Page 2

an overnight storm
invades my dreams and I wake
to trees turned to glass
–
frozen rain-
crystal branches
brush the ground

a nested raven-
spreads his ebon wings beneath
the lunar eclipse
–
winter sky-
the moon
as blood

the hours before dawn
I wake to your skin on mine
under the duvet
–
winter’s breath-
maple leaves
under fresh snow

pour me another
for I’m not yet numb enough
to make new mistakes
–
darkling beetles-
drunk on the
morning dew

living day to day
wondering the earth searching
for my salvation
–
a glint in the sun-
The key hiding
in plain sight

at the old stone well
I peer into the darkness
looking back at me
–
moss covered stone-
I dip my bowl into
the well of souls

reaching for your hand
I would touch you if only
I could turn back time
–
under the oak tree-
lost in our
history

warm potbellied stove-
the winter air crackles with
electricity
–
dry night air-
your touch
shocking

the wan morning light-
wrapped up in your nakedness
unwilling to move
–
your damp hair-
for now I’m
the big spoon

empty wine bottles-
binging our favorite series
into the wee hours
–
dying embers-
our feet under
the afghan