Distance – Page 69

dawn by the lakeside
white herons fly over mist
lit by the sunrise
–
morning coffee
steam rises
off the grass

the november breeze
ushers in the harvest of
amber winter wheat
–
windblown clouds
shadows glide
over golden fields

leaves in the water
tumble down from rock to stone
laughing as they fall
–
autumn
slips away
from my piano

ghost of summer’s sun
ring tailed bandits in the night
making such mischief
–
october sky
arcturus settles in
to the throne of the king

flashes light the sky
the guttural wind, distant
whither comes the storm
–
laid bare
desperately
seeking shelter

wandering this earth
unseen, tired, yearning to be
finally at peace
–
midnight rain
gnarled branches
scrape my window

standing in judgement
my perceived righteousness trumps
your humanity
–
seething
holding back
the avalanche

wrapped in a blanket
of condolence and comfort
still mired in grief
–
shooting stars
crossing skyward
on golden wings

walking through the storm
cold rain running down her back
her umbrella, home
–
hammered tin
the slow drip of rain
through the roof

moonlight runs into
the soft hollow of your throat
and spills down your breast
–
blue black night
the grey owl
becomes the moon