Dreaming
the face of the moon
in the company of stars
greets me as I wake
–
dream weaving-
pale ghosts of trees
in the moonlight
Category Archives: Beneath
Night Owl
my bed calls to me
impossible to ignore
but yet I still try
–
waxing moon-
gliding down
on silent wings
Anger
dark clouds veil the sun-
abandoned by my shadow
alone once again
–
brooding skies-
the scowl of
thunderclouds
Risk
changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice
Dirifting
intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart
–
drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives
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
Zen
perfectly flat stones
skipping on a gentle arc
across the water
–
a quiet splash-
willow branches
touch the water
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