Sleep

the blankets askew-
as you start to fall asleep
we share the same breath

dream talking-
I lie beside you
and listen

Campfire

april darkling skies-
picking up dry kindling for
the seasons last fire

well worn stories-
glowing embers
float skyward

Firefly

a cricket’s chorus-
mercury and venus lost
amid the fireflies

emergent dusk-
spatters of light
in the new grass

Nightwings

on reticent wings
under cover of darkness-
silently hunting

liquid moon-
a stream of bats
flows through the night sky

Grind

reaching from behind
the hands at his neck slowly
loosening his tie

watching ants-
his entire life
buttoned down

Showers

steam on the asphalt-
an early afternoon rain
slowly departing

evening rain-
a barn owl waits
in a hollow tree

Waves

guilded ocean waves-
just above the horizon
the last slice of sun

riding the waves-
fog crashes
into the beach

Nightmare

white foam at her lips-
on ebon hooves she gallops
through the endless night

riderless-
the bearer of
secret horrors

Evening

sleep winds through the trees-
a woodland lullaby of
peepers and croakers

a veil of clouds-
crickets and frogs
escort the moon

Reflection

can’t tell from here if
I’m inside looking out or
outside looking in

midnight musing-
maybe I’m the one
in the mirror