Silver
waning pewter clouds
part to reveal the dark moon
hidden in plain sight
–
silver threads-
weaving by
moonlight
waning pewter clouds
part to reveal the dark moon
hidden in plain sight
–
silver threads-
weaving by
moonlight
disoriented
twisted, I fall through my dreams
and land in my bed
–
ephemeral-
fire across
the evening sky
the fall of the year-
bare limbs of towering trees
reaching for the sun
–
sunrise-
amber leaves
on the water
late autumn evenings-
tarnished copper trees framing
skies of polished bronze
–
crisp air-
hunting in
the night sky
an ocean of books
barely able to slake my
thirst for the unknown
–
gunmetal clouds-
stepping outside
into the deluge
sunset on the lake
threading my wet fingers through
tangerine waters
–
salmon skies-
october morning
the hills ablaze
flags snap in the wind-
lines of waves begin to break
over silver sands
–
snoring-
warm breath
on my neck
low, the morning moon
full behind the breaking clouds
glowing in the sun
–
pumpkins on the vine-
the eastern sky
full of promise
brake light in the fog
dozens of burning red eyes
peering through the mist
–
clearing haze-
wet leaves on
dangerous curves
standing divided
sunlight shining on my face
my feet in shadow
–
peeks of sun-
our stately elm
torn asunder