Darkness – Page 27

cloudless starlit skies-
a pale white moonbow appears
above the aspen
–
double rainbow-
a gracious gift
after the storm

warm embers of clouds
gilded rose and violet
from the rising sun
–
dawn moon-
a crow alights
on an ashen branch

with a poisoned pen
I write stories in the blood
of the innocent
–
desert sagebrush-
rattlesnakes hidden
in plain sight

golden morning light
drapes across the pristine snow-
dark bamboo shadows
–
late afternoon-
shadows cast by
window blind

#shadows

at the forest’s edge
a guttering lantern hangs
from a shepherd’s crook
–
winter stars-
the warm glow
of a coach lamp

an overnight storm
invades my dreams and I wake
to trees turned to glass
–
frozen rain-
crystal branches
brush the ground

a nested raven-
spreads his ebon wings beneath
the lunar eclipse
–
winter sky-
the moon
as blood

the hours before dawn
I wake to your skin on mine
under the duvet
–
winter’s breath-
maple leaves
under fresh snow

pour me another
for I’m not yet numb enough
to make new mistakes
–
darkling beetles-
drunk on the
morning dew

at the old stone well
I peer into the darkness
looking back at me
–
moss covered stone-
I dip my bowl into
the well of souls