Widows
beauty and horror
entwined around each other
in a spider’s web
–
morning mist-
time passes
red on black
Category Archives: Cold
Missing
forced conversation-
a glance at his empty chair
then awkward silence
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oddly quiet-
the azure sky
free of birds
Trapped
trapped by bitter cold
prison bars of leafless trees
holding me steadfast
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spring snow-
steaming tea
fogs the window
Deluge
one final look back
collar turned up against the
horizontal rain
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spring peepers-
the rain of snare drums
on the forest floor
Light
the long autumn sun
shining through the turning leaves
of October trees
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frosted windows-
winter morning light
spreads across my floor
Storm
a lone egret stands
beneath a spreading chestnut
sheltered from the rain
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thunder snow-
after images of
white lighting
Extinguished
freshly turned earth falls
from the back of my shovel
burying the light
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overcast skies-
a tenuous flame
turns to smoke
Gift
you are my center-
the sky above my head and
ground beneath my feet
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autumn leaves-
take from me the
very air I breathe
Tracks
walking in the tide
my temporary footprints
too soon forgotten
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gentle flurries-
fresh tracks lead
to the birdbath
Passing
whole conversations
pass with just a knowing glance
incomplete silence
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a heartbeat-
one moment
our lifetime