Rising

staying up all night
just to fall asleep with you
and the breaking dawn

frogs in the trees-
rising woodsmoke
staining the sunset

Reflection

it’s not who I am
this someone in the mirror
but who I became

a placid lake-
the moon’s watery
countenance

Wind

on a sea of glass-
the wind, a fickle mistress
abandoning me

moonless sky-
wolves howling
into the wind

Seizure

holding you tightly
wondering just where you go
when the darkness comes

stifling heat-
electric blue veins
dance across the storm

Delusions

the girl of my dreams
or maybe just one of my
hallucinations

freshly cut grass-
watching the clouds
transform

Broken

the marquee of dreams
in the theatre of my mind
ripe with false promise

summer rain-
the blind
desert sands

Renewal

ashes of the past
the land stoic and patient
awaiting rebirth

robins gather-
the old gardener
tends to his seedlings

Running

age pierces my side-
gasping as my youth runs out
between my fingers

crying crows-
my chest heaving at
mile marker two

Trapped

trapped by bitter cold
prison bars of leafless trees
holding me steadfast

spring snow-
steaming tea
fogs the window

Detritus

washing off the day
a trail of discarded clothes
strewn out behind her

disturbed reverie-
on my journey
an empty snake skin