Mist
in the morning sun
slight pockets of fog linger
on winter hillsides
–
morning mist-
migrating geese
hug the shore
Category Archives: Cold
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
Betrayal
lying here in bed
unnbeknownst to you your trust
already betrayed
–
heavy fog-
your train leaves
without me
Gathering
winter moths gather-
snowflakes lit by the street lamp
in the bitter night
–
gathering drifts-
ice crawls up
my window
Weather
a cold rain falling-
trying to stay warm with tales
of wine and whiskey
–
white mountains-
caribou freeze
at a cracking branch
Wind
the fire laid on while
winter in all its fury
rages at my door
–
grey skies-
cruel winter winds
howl at the moon
Ice
far icy mountains
bathed in shades of white and blue
float on arctic seas
–
broken ice-
polar bears
search for respite
Fire
warm embers of clouds
gilded rose and violet
from the rising sun
–
dawn moon-
a crow alights
on an ashen branch
Death
with a poisoned pen
I write stories in the blood
of the innocent
–
desert sagebrush-
rattlesnakes hidden
in plain sight
Lantern
at the forest’s edge
a guttering lantern hangs
from a shepherd’s crook
–
winter stars-
the warm glow
of a coach lamp