Morning
the soft light of dawn-
dim street lamps gutter above
aging cobblestones
–
threads of smoke-
last nights embers
turn to ash
the soft light of dawn-
dim street lamps gutter above
aging cobblestones
–
threads of smoke-
last nights embers
turn to ash
highway median-
long neglected grasses sway
with the passing cars
–
towering light pole-
a red tailed hawk
spots it’s prey
leaves soft underfoot-
in the dawning mist great oaks
fade into the sky
–
blackbird-
morning fog
through the trees
under a blood moon-
take my name from off your lips
and release my soul
–
wet ink-
my name
bound to you
the morning commute-
unexpected lavender blossoms
along the roadside
–
traffic-
a glimpse of
an osprey
the lamplighter’s mac-
a thin scrim of london fog
coats the cobblestones
–
horseshoes-
echoes off
stone walls
early morning dew-
a spider’s silken shift work
floats above the grass
–
last night’s rain-
pearls rest on
tatted lace
alone and asea-
drifting on the line between
the ocean and sky
–
eventide-
the sun ignites
a fiery sea
bright mid-winter stars-
your alabaster shoulders
dressed by the ghost moon
–
rumpled sheets-
asleep intertwined
blanketed by the moon
frigid midnight winds-
the moon smears lampblack shadows
on the virgin snow
–
wolf moon-
winter berries
turn to ash