Soul
my old tired soul
steeped in warm flowing water
washing me away
–
frozen windows-
winter winds blow
through my soul
Category Archives: Breath
Rough
a pile of old clothes-
years of living on the street
etched deep in her face
–
dirty snow-
sleep arrives on
a cardboard box
Death
with a poisoned pen
I write stories in the blood
of the innocent
–
desert sagebrush-
rattlesnakes hidden
in plain sight
Under
the hours before dawn
I wake to your skin on mine
under the duvet
–
winter’s breath-
maple leaves
under fresh snow
Abed
the wan morning light-
wrapped up in your nakedness
unwilling to move
–
your damp hair-
for now I’m
the big spoon
Anticipation
at the podium
a wool blanket wraps itself
around my tongue
–
summer sun-
snowy cotton
waiting for harvest
Dust
friends and enemies
all are but dust as I wait
for mortality
–
a dark attic-
old records
gathering dust
Fear
bitter on the tongue-
the hot bilious taste of
someone else’s fear
–
an owl’s cry-
the field mouse
frozen
Death
gentle snow falling
a dog at his owners grave
clawing at the earth
–
winter evening-
your rocking chair
empty
Moonlight
a quicksilver moon-
coyotes in the woods call
the gathering dawn
–
winter moon-
afloat on the
midnight surf