Escape

alone on the road
speeding towards oblivion
far away from you

velvet panic-
our safe word
forgotten

Aged

his paper thin skin
stretched across arthritic hands
so easily bruised

a spreading elm-
our initials
overgrown

Mortality

pale whispers of men
pass by along the river
rowing in silence

walking stick in hand-
my footprints
fading

Over

watching you suffer
affords me none of the joy
I was expecting

blood moon-
packing my bags
while you sleep

Stone

in a farmer’s wall
amid the moss and loose stones
frogs sing in the night

crickets-
rain traces
stone to stone

Fog

as the fog rolls in
skeletons of spectral trees
fade into the night

foggy evening-
gnarled branches
scratch at my window

Roses

nestled in the snow
a single long stemmed red rose
rests on your headstone

cold rain-
in the gutter
a bouquet of roses

Burn

locked in my safe room
the world burning down outside-
is it hot in here?

crimson sky-
ashes drifting
on hot winds

Orion

alone in the dark
the hunter chases his prey
deep into the night

cold moonlight-
he claims his place
among the stars

Loss

hug your children tight
for tonight there are parents
who won’t get that chance

barren trees-
young branches
devoid of leaves