Fishing

boots in the water
my line slack on the surface
suddenly pulled taut

low morning light-
steam rises
off the lake

Trigger

rooted to the ground
frozen, my mind replaying
one moment in time

blinding sun-
the city street
unnaturally quiet

Watching

daydreaming with the
people in the windows of
oncoming traffic

pigeons-
walking through
an outdoor cafe

Frustrations

feeling impotent
my head full of words but I’m
unable to speak

snow fall-
staring out my
hospital window

History

on my mantlepiece
rest all the pieces of you
finally at peace

love letters-
ashes of
old flames

Loss

another phone call-
your tired face deeply etched
with dissapointment

drifting snow-
fox prints near
an empty hutch

Winter

the walk to the car-
turning my jacket collar
up against the wind

aging-
cold breath
on my neck

Transformation

seeking inner peace
yearning to quench the darkness
that burns in my soul

wildfires-
a cold late
autumn rain

White

freshly cut lilies
pure and white and beautiful
laid upon his chest

city streets-
a blanket
of fresh snow

Grass

warm spring afternoon
rolling down a grassy hill
into a mass grave

wispy clouds-
grass stains and
smiling faces