Journey

traveling down this
river of asphalt toward
the vanishing point

maple leaves
swirling eddies in
a mountain steam

Autumn

an eclipse of moths
dancing around the asters
joyful for the fall

october dawn
sycamore seeds
drifting in the breeze

Balloons

aloft and adrift
floating ever so gently
just out of my grasp

innocence
tethered
by a string

Lycanthrope

ripped from a deep sleep
waking up in tattered clothes
not sure where I am

full moon rising
my true form
no longer hidden

Shade

an ominous day
dark clouds pass before the sun
portents of ruin

stippled hillsides
revealing light and
fleeting shadows

Renewal

wishing you all peace
in the hope and promise of
the coming new year

auburn leaves
a chestnut takes root
in the dampened earth

Direction

guiding my journey
walking with the ghost of you
on my chosen path

dripping boulders
surging white water
streams diverging

Insomnia

thin walls, raised voices
across the street, it’s last call
in my third floor flat

crow on a gaslight
fog blanketing
cobblestones

Slumber

watching you watch me
through heavily lidded eyes
as sleep becomes you

brindle underbrush
a chipmunk rests
beneath the leaves

Wetlands

sinking in the marsh
twisted and leafless corpses
wither in the sun

restive fish
dipping into
the surface