Transience

jewels of morning dew
in a spider’s web, sunrise
scattered by diamonds

dawn
captured on
a silken thread

Alarm

this morning’s bugle
reveille played by finches
outside my window

birdsong
pulling me
from slumber

Exhaustion

through heavy eyelids
the siren song of blankets
calling out to me

weary…
stumbling
towards sleep

Fantasy

lilacs in her hair
as she lays in the grass with
clouds floating whimsy

escapees from
my minds eye
in the clouds

Convergence

escaping out of
my self constructed prison
into your embrace

bourbon
ice cubes
slowly melting

Safety

in the forest glen
a dappled fawn lies hidden
in the underbrush

shrouded
cloaked within
our own narrative

Nostalgia

living in the past
reaching out for the echoes
of what used to be

wistful
remembering the way
things never were

Luna

in the full moon’s light
a desert scorpion glows
an unearthly blue

silver
illumination
of midnight

Walking

a trail of bent grass
left behind by my roaming
for you to follow

newly fallen snow
you’re walking
in my footsteps

Disturbance

watching while you sleep
your gentle breath, warm and sweet
so easily stilled

echoes of
silence spread
throughout the night