Pond

a thin skin of ice
on the koi pond slowly melts
in the morning sun

floating leaves-
autumn carp swim
in lazy circles

Darkness

in the evening sky-
the suggestion of darkness
from the crescent moon

new moon-
black before
the dark of night

Sense

waiting on my touch
your warm skin rising up in
anticipation

rose petals-
the taste of
your breath

Sand

asleep on the beach-
so far away from winter
and your icy touch

caribbean surf-
tracing lazy circles
on the small your back

Taste

embers burning low-
on the rim of my wine glass
crimson lipstick stains

lingering-
ruby lips and
a good bordeaux

Winter

delicate saplings-
bending to the fickle will
of the winter wind

bare branches-
a light dusting
of fresh snow

Trees

november evening-
skeletal trees charcoal black
in the fading light

graveyard’s edge-
bone fingers
in the mist

Death

cold and sterile rooms-
the emptiness of being
alone here with you

makeshift rafts-
icy waters
devoid of life

Empty

as the door closes
I wonder if you’ll ever
walk through it again

midnight-
the rustle of leaves
in an empty street

Rebirth

my respite over
the calling of this new life-
irresistible

moonglow-
another turn
at the wheel