Were
the silver wolf moon-
in truth I’ll beg no solace
until the sunrise
–
so many people-
at lunch in the park
he yearns for the moon
Monthly Archives: January 2020
Frigid
a tangled thicket-
the winter sun rising through
ice covered branches
–
early december-
pears glisten
in the snow
Donor
wordlessly I watch
as with the greatest of care
you remove my heart
–
rising from the fog-
taking breaths
that are not my own
a gotham snowstorm-
woolen pea coat collar up
leaning into the wind
–
fieldstone walkway-
a dusting of snow
lightly coats the moss
Hospital
uncomfortable chairs-
the smell of antiseptic
I’ll never forget
–
sheets of rain-
footsteps echo off
glazed white tile
Pond
a grove of white oaks
standing in a flooded field-
leafless in summer
–
silver on black-
the koi swim
in the moon
Skies
deep in the night sky
beyond the reach of the sun
lost among the stars
–
desert sky-
asleep under
the constellations
Corruption
a waking nightmare-
here monsters fear to tread
into the darkness
–
black water-
probing the depths
of depravity
Alcohol
tongue already sharp
another shot of bourbon
hones the razors edge
–
rain slicked asphalt-
streetlights glare
in the gutter
Naked
the night fog a shroud
fallen from your bare shoulders
draped about your feet
–
a vernal pool-
naiads bathing in
the moonlight