Winter
delicate saplings-
bending to the fickle will
of the winter wind
–
bare branches-
a light dusting
of fresh snow
delicate saplings-
bending to the fickle will
of the winter wind
–
bare branches-
a light dusting
of fresh snow
november evening-
skeletal trees charcoal black
in the fading light
–
graveyard’s edge-
bone fingers
in the mist
you can take my heart
and do with it what you will
I’m finished with it
–
driftwood-
sand dunes
strewn by the wind
cold and sterile rooms-
the emptiness of being
alone here with you
–
makeshift rafts-
icy waters
devoid of life
my respite over
the calling of this new life-
irresistible
–
moonglow-
another turn
at the wheel
rising from the sea-
her newly formed shores made from
black and steaming glass
–
predawn chill-
venus and jupiter dance
in the twilight
tender young seedlings-
the promise of the harvest
rises through the snow
–
first snow-
our children’s
hot chocolate
autumn morning light
wanders in through the curtains-
your slow even breath
–
darkness-
waking to
a sudden rain
waiting for the sun-
sitting on a weathered dock
fishing rod in hand
–
fly fishing-
casting shadows
on the water
sensing acceptace
evil walks in the daylight
no longer afraid
–
sunlight-
insects scatter
from prying eyes