Lithos

along the roadside-
once a stately facade, now
a pile of old stones

gentle rain-
crows perch upon
a weathered grave

Revival

take my outstretched hand
and let us walk together
across this threshold

distant mountain peaks-
over the dewey grass
the rising sun

Remains

in the aftermath-
flowers left by the roadside
fading in the sun

stippled sunlight-
mushrooms growing
on fallen trees

Water

seeking atonement-
clad in fresh linens, walking
down to the water

dusty winds-
a lake of bricks
cracking in the sun

Splinters

shards of old grudges-
determined to stay angry
poisoning myself

dusty trainers-
running from the sound
of broken glass

Blood

weary of this need
yearning to see the sun but
your throat, so tempting

orion’s belt-
clouds of bats
obscure the moon

Seizure

holding you tightly
wondering just where you go
when the darkness comes

stifling heat-
electric blue veins
dance across the storm

Prudence

my better judgement
failing me once again for
momentary bliss

late summer-
the prayers
of the mantis

Torment

anticipation-
enduring the pain, thankful
for feeling at all

deadheading-
rose thorns
pierce my skin

Rope

the frayed rope, broken
bubbles breaking the surface
of the swimming hole

sweet spring air-
off a chestnut branch
a stout rope swings