Silver

waning pewter clouds
part to reveal the dark moon
hidden in plain sight

silver threads-
weaving by
moonlight

Plummet

disoriented
twisted, I fall through my dreams
and land in my bed

ephemeral-
fire across
the evening sky

Sun

the fall of the year-
bare limbs of towering trees
reaching for the sun

sunrise-
amber leaves
on the water

Chill

late autumn evenings-
tarnished copper trees framing
skies of polished bronze

crisp air-
hunting in
the night sky

Deluge

an ocean of books
barely able to slake my
thirst for the unknown

gunmetal clouds-
stepping outside
into the deluge

Colors

sunset on the lake
threading my wet fingers through
tangerine waters

salmon skies-
october morning
the hills ablaze

Rhythm

flags snap in the wind-
lines of waves begin to break
over silver sands

snoring-
warm breath
on my neck

Sunrise

low, the morning moon
full behind the breaking clouds
glowing in the sun

pumpkins on the vine-
the eastern sky
full of promise

Caution

brake light in the fog
dozens of burning red eyes
peering through the mist

clearing haze-
wet leaves on
dangerous curves

Split

standing divided
sunlight shining on my face
my feet in shadow

peeks of sun-
our stately elm
torn asunder