Dust

a banging screen door
the ghosts of conversations
echo in the wind

merciless sun –
the empty ring
of wind chimes

Regrets

the final door closed
all the words you wouldn’t hear
and now never will

sudden frost-
orange blossoms
wither and brown

Age

living with strangers-
years torn from my memory
replayed day by day

dimming light-
a quiet place
to lay my head

Depth

deep meditation-
searching for infinity
by looking within

lotus blossoms-
deeply breathing
the forest peace

Guilt

washing and scrubbing
under this scalding water
still I can’t come clean

coal smoke-
a cardinal
on the snow

Weight

machine oiled blued steel
the weight of it heavier
than I expected

ice on the rocks-
another shot
added to my burden

Heat

living night to night
afraid of my own shadow
lest I feel the sun

crying gulls-
a distant sandbar
bakes in the sun

Echoes

I still feel you here
disturbing the emptiness
well after you’re gone

thunderclouds-
hard rain off
the tin roof

Destiny

the hand of Moira
pulling taught a strand of fate
prior to the cut

cloudless night-
death comes
on silent wings

Skeletons

in dusty boxes
glimpses of my prior life
relics of the past

full blood moon-
cold bony fingers
pluck at my skin