Waking
I wake to nothing
but the impression of you
left in my mattress
–
cold sweat-
twisted in
my bedsheets
Category Archives: Dawn
Insomnia
my bed, no respite
dark lonely hours renege on
the promise of sleep
–
flannel sheets-
the rhythm
of your breath
Paper
written in anger
signed in blood and gently sealed
with the kiss of death
–
impending storm-
newspapers aloft
in the morning wind
Morning
our fingers entwined-
the dusky blush of daybreak
mirrored in your face
–
the rising sun-
my finger traces
along your lips
Future
going to bed late
dreading the dawn for who knows
what the day may bring
–
blowing snow-
the coarse growl
of a passing train
Slipping Out
walking on eggshells
at the door I stop and turn-
you’re watching me leave
–
predawn-
hard and cold
the bedroom floor
Gouache
curling photographs-
remnants of an age gone by
taped to my mirror
–
sepia trees-
winter morning’s
gentle light
Bed
almost a month now-
how can I still be finding
crumbs in our bed
–
fresh coffee-
your side of the bed
is still warm
Fishing
boots in the water
my line slack on the surface
suddenly pulled taut
–
low morning light-
steam rises
off the lake
Solstice
the solar transit
far to brief indeed on this
winter solstice day
–
winter reborn-
I depart and return
in darkness