Silouhette
streaks of wispy clouds
paint dry brushed on the canvas
of the evening sky
–
shadows of trees-
crickets by
my open window
streaks of wispy clouds
paint dry brushed on the canvas
of the evening sky
–
shadows of trees-
crickets by
my open window
iron seas and skies
sailing into the north wind
my face to the rain
–
solitude-
my paddle dips
into glassy water
the sky badly bruised
sitting beneath the mottled
colors of sundown
–
roiling-
iron clouds
hanging low
the burning forests-
gaia’s tears turn to embers
borne off by the wind
–
peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire
the patter of rain-
rocking to the rhythm of
the impending storm
–
on the porch-
the evening air
thick with rain
weaver of moonlight
roses follow her footsteps
wherever she roams
–
asleep-
walking with
an absent moon
wandering the earth
easing pain and suffering
collecting last breaths
–
a copse of trees-
bones
amid the litter
misty morning run-
lake water rolls off the bow
oars dipping in sync
–
fingers entwined-
a light rain
ripples
scrub trees, weeds and vines
she reasserts her claim on
the urban landscape
–
pottery shards-
new growth rooted
in broken asphalt
salty air, your hair
blown about your face by the
wind off the water
–
rising smoke-
below decks
on the ferry.