Silence

deafening silence-
either speak out or admit
your complicity

becalmed-
the sea reclaims
what’s rightly hers

Trust

full of suspicions-
in our bed looking at you
lying beside me

crevasse-
a broken trust
far from healing

Ruin

violent currents
slake their thirst with sailor’s lives
by the gates of hell

jagged ice-
ancient wrecks
litter the narrows

Reprieve

the pen freshly inked
yet hesitating over
whose name is written

falling leaves-
unheard, a hawk
passes overhead

Sacrifice

thick solemn silence
dozens of flag draped coffins
lining the tarmac

echoes of summer-
shell casings
in a folded flag

Recklessness

the lust for power
buried in the hearts of men
exhumed far too soon

hesitation-
the sharp crack
of thin ice

Creation

telling my story
words spilling off of my tongue
and into your ears

snowfall-
the chasm
of a blank page

Complications

low afternoon sun-
the play of shadow and light
against your bare skin

under the sheets-
between us
the midnight sun

Birth

open to the cold
exposed and vulnerable
naked and alone

new life-
tempted
by the light

Acceptance

head back and arms wide
inviting the elements
to do what they will

an umbrella-
defenseless in
the light of day