Black

ebony leaves strewn
across an indigo sky
fading out to black

moonless-
the warm glow
of a distant fire

Light

shadows of flowers
paint the skin across the vale
of your naked back

clouds float by-
shadows spill
into the valley

Weather

flurries of spring snow-
aspen seeds riding the wind
drifting in the sun

iron anvils-
the thickening
of august

Extinguish

searching for a trace
of the light behind your eyes
but making my peace

afterimage-
the candle
doused

Realizations

I’ve struggled so long
stumbling through the darkness
blinded by the truth

awakening-
the light of
a false dawn

Rain

the patter of rain-
rocking to the rhythm of
the impending storm

on the porch-
the evening air
thick with rain

Rememberence

thoughts of the fallen-
those who purchased our freedoms
with their flesh and blood

old glory-
a red haze blinding
the dogs of war

Luna

weaver of moonlight
roses follow her footsteps
wherever she roams

asleep-
walking with
an absent moon

Crossing

hand in hand with you
standing by the river’s edge
watching the drawbridge

tinted sunlight-
walking across
a fallen tree

Azrael

wandering the earth
easing pain and suffering
collecting last breaths

a copse of trees-
bones
amid the litter