Forest

a forest clearing-
under a thicket the faun
waits for her mother

gauzy moonlight-
the woodland’s heart
whispers my name

Spring

a patchwork of blue-
clouds thread their way through branches
awaiting new growth

a taste of green-
daffodils pierce
the quilted snow

Dark

bedding down the coals-
the warm glow of the campfire
keeps the wolves at bay

the full worm moon-
glowing yellow orbs
in the shadows

Senses

sight not born of eyes-
I see every detail of
the shape of your soul

winter morning-
the smell of your pipe
still lingers

Travel

married to the road-
leaving you for months on end
for my asphalt bride

ragtop down-
the highway
a siren’s song

Wounded

against my interests-
I trade away my future
in lieu of my soul

a piercing gaze-
my breast
laid bare

Awake

slowly cooling sheets
echoes of the alarm clock-
bare traces of you

cold sunrise-
I wake up
alone

Tarn

the forest silent-
a skeletal hand rises
from the black water

winter’s death-
dwelling beneath
dark brackish waters

Hiking

afternoon sunlight
casting long winter shadows
through the evergreens

woodland trails-
a scrim of ice
underfoot

Southwest

terra cotta bricks-
the desert sunset lights up
an old bell tower

adobe twilight-
the slowly cooling
desert sand