Jitters

With trepidation
I plant a kiss on your lips
Hoping it takes root

Regrets

All this cheap bourbon
Can’t help me forget the blood
I just can’t wash off

Memories

Lightning bugs at dusk
Their glow, a beacon for those
Seeking simpler times

Walden

Through the morning mist
A wading crane, motionless
Suddenly takes flight

Beginning

Darkness enshrouds me
While subtle forces gently
Send me toward the light

Pullman

Rolling through the night
The rhythm of the train tracks
Rocking us to sleep

Age

A young man’s eyes see
The lined face and greying hair 
Looking back at me

Curves

The arc of her back
Revealed in alabaster
Carved by the moonlight

Cobwebs

Rising from my tea
White threads of heady vapor
Clear the dross of sleep

Wisp

Dusk in the forest
Eerie tendrils of blue light
Draw me in deeper