Refuge
silently stoic
the weathered lighthouse still stands
off in the distance
–
the setting sun
barely visible
through the fog
silently stoic
the weathered lighthouse still stands
off in the distance
–
the setting sun
barely visible
through the fog
falling amber rain
collecting in brackish pools
under a street light
–
a moment
flash lit raindrops
suspended in time
a warm summer night
the plaintive cries of a fox
echo from the woods
–
a burrow
tail wrapped
around her kits
burnt umber thickets
briars silhouetted by
a russet sunset
–
brambles
illuminated by
the dying day
living in the past
reaching out for the echoes
of what used to be
–
wistful
remembering the way
things never were
a flash of lighting
tears the fabric of the night
letting in the rain
–
wet brilliance
slicing through
shadows
when I’ve lost my way
the candle in your window
beckons me back home
–
wandering-
guided towards
your light
the cricket’s refrain
raspy in the evening woods
fades as the night falls
–
evening woods-
crickets fade
as midnight nears
a paper lantern
carried aloft on the breeze
lights the evening sky
—
twilight-
illuminated by
a passing lantern
Lightning bugs at dusk
Their glow, a beacon for those
Seeking simpler times