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

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

Ravenous

nubile and supple
and every move reminds me
of my need for you

warm afternoon sun
sodden and hungry
awaiting the spawn

Contour

tracing my fingers
across the sinuous curves
of your arching back

the crescent moon
your lips turn
towards mine

Alar

walking with my thoughts
the sudden flurry of wings
once more I’m alone

circling on updrafts
watching the fish
take wing

Autumn

an afternoon walk
the shuffling of footsteps
through the fallen leaves

a quiet brook
the sharp snap
of a dry twig

Attention

running on instinct
pure adrenaline, and a
case of diet coke

pewter moonlight
silver fish turn
in pools of mist

Emergence

a wolf’s low howling
echoes down the canyon walls
mournful and hollow

bathed in sunlight
a new swallowtail
unfurls it’s wings

Honed

working the block plane
paper thin curls of maple
littering the floor

a snowy owl
gliding silently
across the night