Morning

the soft light of dawn-
dim street lamps gutter above
aging cobblestones

threads of smoke-
last nights embers
turn to ash

Traffic

highway median-
long neglected grasses sway
with the passing cars

towering light pole-
a red tailed hawk
spots it’s prey

Haze

leaves soft underfoot-
in the dawning mist great oaks
fade into the sky

blackbird-
morning fog
through the trees

Contract

under a blood moon-
take my name from off your lips
and release my soul

wet ink-
my name
bound to you

Wonder

the morning commute-
unexpected lavender blossoms
along the roadside

traffic-
a glimpse of
an osprey

London

the lamplighter’s mac-
a thin scrim of london fog
coats the cobblestones

horseshoes-
echoes off
stone walls

Web

early morning dew-
a spider’s silken shift work
floats above the grass

last night’s rain-
pearls rest on
tatted lace

Horizon

alone and asea-
drifting on the line between
the ocean and sky

eventide-
the sun ignites
a fiery sea

Moonlight

bright mid-winter stars-
your alabaster shoulders
dressed by the ghost moon

rumpled sheets-
asleep intertwined
blanketed by the moon

Moonlight

frigid midnight winds-
the moon smears lampblack shadows
on the virgin snow

wolf moon-
winter berries
turn to ash