Darkness – Page 32

warm morning sunlight
the dawn breaking in the trees
over frosted vines
–
plumes of breath-
the starlit
ice wine harvest

jewels in the darkness-
a scattering of diamonds
in the shattered glass
–
winter‘s eve-
moonlight dances
on the fallen snow

down along the tracks-
in the distance the fog glows
with a passing train
–
a waiting owl-
the train echos
through the hollow

cold morning sunlight-
fruit wood smoke gently rises
from the stone chimney
–
Not yet risen-
the scent of kona
from the kitchen

just another day
thoughts and prayers for the dead while
no one does a thing
–
a quiet morning-
evil flourishes
in the silence

open before me
the pages of my journal
blank and foreboding
–
onshore winds-
sand and shells
in the roiling surf

documenting war-
pages inked with the spilled blood
of the innocent
–
shimmering heat –
blood pools
in the desert sand

the full predawn moon
resting above the changing
autumn canopy
–
evening chill-
the moon dressed
in alabaster

staring at the clock
trying to understand the
cruelty of time
–
aching for sleep-
minutes collect
in piles on the floor

october morning-
even the sun seems to feel
like staying in bed
–
flannel sheets-
somewhere in the house
an open window