Predawn

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

sunrise shadows-
nascent snow cradled in
dry autumn leaves

Transience

encroaching midnight-
the doomsday clock poised to toll
humanity’s dirge

pools of red wax-
guttering candles
cast their meager light

Age

honeysuckle wine-
content letting the front porch
host my slow decline

passing cars-
an afghan shrouds
her empty rocker

Until

unearthed by the wind-
stone sentinels laid low by
the passage of time

dew kissed moss-
a small stone shrine
unvisited

Funeral

under a shade elm
I leave a small stone marking
the site of my grave

cut white lilies-
so casually
discarded

Interruption

warm sands and tropi-
the cat yowls and paws my face
demanding breakfast

morning zoom call-
for the love of god
mute your mic

Vampire

a cold night’s work done-
the creeping light of daybreak
seeps into my tomb

guttering torchlight-
weary of the death
that slakes my thirst

Stonehenge

the dawning solstice-
children of the earth and sky
taste the rising sun

pheasant’s eyes-
ghosts of stone men
herald the sun

Distance

under summer stars-
in the fading moonlight she
could almost be you

iron skies-
across the piazza
you become the crowd

Reckoning

vultures overhead-
circling waiting before
feasting on the dead

red skies-
a tempest
at our door