Reservoir

clouds in the water
far on the opposite shore
the blue pump house roof

changing leaves
painted at the
waterline

Evensong

low waning daylight-
songs of bullfrogs and crickets
usher in the night

twilight-
crickets sing
in my footsteps

Restless

months of sundays gone-
I still just can’t get used to
sleeping without you

autumn winds-
the restless swirl
of fallen leaves

Waiting

my bedside vigil-
each moment slipping away
taking you with them

machines hum-
outside your window
a starless night

Fall

summer’s final breath-
the wind in the autumn leaves
whispering goodbye

a covered bridge-
fallen leaves dance
before the rain

Regret

living in this house-
a shrine to your past regrets
and those yet to come

low tide-
finding sea glass
and jellyfish

Change

my back turned to you-
pretending to be asleep as
you climb into bed

angry clouds-
blue skies
forgotten

Fog

early morning moon-
fog nestles in the valleys
and clings to the leaves

moonrise-
gravestones hidden
in the mist

Wet

barely keeping still-
my fingers brushing across
your wet ruby lips

waves lap the shore-
your hair drying in
the tropical sun

Poverty

broken shower tiles
a bare bulb hangs from a chain
in my one room flat

after last call-
neon signs
light my way home