Andrew
night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars
–
desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars
Category Archives: Age
Senses
your head on my chest
my face buried in your hair
breathing in your scent
–
the witching hour-
watching your heart
softly beating
Risk
changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice
Disappointment
standing by the sink
staring at my soapy hands
my momentum gone
–
blinders on-
running headlong
towards a dead end
Disappointment
I break a bit more
every time I remember
you’re not coming home
–
overcast skies-
again the postman
skips my house
Ferrier
a saddle blanket-
the only thing found between
my jeans and my horse
–
horseshoes-
the coal forge
cherry red
Death
a mournful windsong
whispering past long dead oaks-
the forest’s lament
–
graveside rain-
one last leaf
taken by the wind
Impermanence
on this lonesome road
my only legacy the
footprints in the dust
–
empty shells-
ocean waves
wash the shore
Desert
ghosts walk the streets of
an abandoned mining town
out of the shadows
–
desert shade-
sand dancing
across the road
Translucent
anger in the air
reflections in the window
barely ghosts of us
–
cat tails-
the calm surface
minnows just below