Outreach
reaching through the gloom
seeking the humanity
common to us all
–
a red call box
tendrils of fog
climbing the ivy
reaching through the gloom
seeking the humanity
common to us all
–
a red call box
tendrils of fog
climbing the ivy
seeking your guidance
for I cannot find my way
alone through the dark
–
an eerie green glow
eyes wide open
in the darkness
the low morning sun
behind a red crepe myrtle
it’s branches aflame
–
fresh snow
blowing alight the coals
of last nights fire
alone on the sea
caught in a tempest’s fury
far from her home port
–
an unfamiliar bed
the southern cross
in the night sky
distant sirens wail
slowly I realize that
you’re not coming home
–
a warm shower
startled awake
by the telephone
my lantern’s warm glow
shadows cast into the night
back from whence they came
–
shafts of sunlight
dust motes
lazily float by
on the river bank
the flashing of fireflies
set the trees alight
–
soaring gulls
an empty shell
half in the sand
our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one
–
calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing
your licorice lips
the taste of clove and anise
lingers on my tongue
–
quiet sunrise
a rose bud
slowly opens
the Scottish highlands
a castle ruin, moss, and stone
rising from the moors
–
falcons take wing
moonlight ripples
on the loch