Change

lost in the mirror-
years collecting on the floor
‘neath the barber’s chair

wading-
knee deep
in the past

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

Moonlight

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

rumpled sheets-
asleep intertwined
blanketed by the moon

Leaves

dry and brittle leaves-
remnants of an early fall
captive in the snow

crisp white linens-
leaves tumble
in the wind

Moonlight

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

wolf moon-
winter berries
turn to ash

Predawn

rails shrouded in fog-
a ghost train departs beneath
the approaching dawn

sunrise shadows-
nascent snow cradled in
dry autumn leaves

Sky

lost amid the clouds-
the afternoon sky whispers
my name to the wind

wistfully blue-
dandelions
in your hair