Reservoir
clouds in the water
far on the opposite shore
the blue pump house roof
–
changing leaves
painted at the
waterline
clouds in the water
far on the opposite shore
the blue pump house roof
–
changing leaves
painted at the
waterline
low waning daylight-
songs of bullfrogs and crickets
usher in the night
–
twilight-
crickets sing
in my footsteps
months of sundays gone-
I still just can’t get used to
sleeping without you
–
autumn winds-
the restless swirl
of fallen leaves
my bedside vigil-
each moment slipping away
taking you with them
–
machines hum-
outside your window
a starless night
summer’s final breath-
the wind in the autumn leaves
whispering goodbye
–
a covered bridge-
fallen leaves dance
before the rain
living in this house-
a shrine to your past regrets
and those yet to come
–
low tide-
finding sea glass
and jellyfish
my back turned to you-
pretending to be asleep as
you climb into bed
–
angry clouds-
blue skies
forgotten
early morning moon-
fog nestles in the valleys
and clings to the leaves
–
moonrise-
gravestones hidden
in the mist
barely keeping still-
my fingers brushing across
your wet ruby lips
–
waves lap the shore-
your hair drying in
the tropical sun
broken shower tiles
a bare bulb hangs from a chain
in my one room flat
–
after last call-
neon signs
light my way home