Regret

every single day
regrettable decisions
I can’t seem to stop

waiting in vain-
a puddle
of streetlight

Chill

late autumn evenings-
tarnished copper trees framing
skies of polished bronze

crisp air-
hunting in
the night sky

Colors

sunset on the lake
threading my wet fingers through
tangerine waters

salmon skies-
october morning
the hills ablaze

Sunrise

low, the morning moon
full behind the breaking clouds
glowing in the sun

pumpkins on the vine-
the eastern sky
full of promise

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

Quiet

a prick and a push-
quelling my inner deamons
for just a moment

thunder-
reveling in
the sudden silence

Ruin

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

jagged ice-
ancient wrecks
litter the narrows

Floating

a sudden silence
painful accusations still
hanging in the air

tiny monarchs-
weightless
milkweed seeds

Storm

howling in the night
a cold wind pounds on my door
straining the hinges

black rain-
branches scrape
my darkened window