Trains

down along the tracks-
in the distance the fog glows
with a passing train

a waiting owl-
the train echos
through the hollow

Devotion

black leather collar
tight around my neck lying
prostrate at your feet

cold stone-
village pews
stand empty

Morning

blackbird’s lilting song-
sunlight caresses your face
just before you wake

in the clouds-
the soft glow of
an autumn dawn

Travel

waiting for the train
I stand on the platform near
the other pigeons

misty morning-
migrating geese
return to the sky

Armor

no one’s allowed in-
there’s only room for me in
this suit of armor

swift water-
armored scales
dimple the surface

Fish

a placid trout stream-
three old fishermen stand casting
amid the lilies

light rain-
three koi hide
under the bridge

Nosferatu

crawling out of bed
passing by the hall mirror
my reflection gone

the dead of night-
awaiting your
invitation

Murder

a roadside vigil-
flowers for a young man turned
forever nineteen

sudden silence-
shell casings
in the grass

Danger

beauty and danger
your small delicate flower
surrounded by thorns

clearing haze-
following the trail
of blood diamonds

Precious

your silver hammer
softly tapping cracks into
my porcelain heart

soft breathing-
your hair gold
in the sunlight