afternoon sunlight-
an old man and his grandson
asleep on the floor

sunday mornings-
step stool by the sink
shaving together

Kristallnacht

pale silver moonlight
captured in the broken glass
strewn across the street

autum eve-
crickets silenced
by shattering glass

Waiting

my bedside vigil-
each moment slipping away
taking you with them

machines hum-
outside your window
a starless night

Frost

an overnight frost-
reluctant to let go of
these summer evenings

a new day born-
on the pumpkins
a touch ol frost

Remains

a stone foundation
the remnants of a sawmill
lost to the forest

after the fire-
the chimney casts
a long shadow

Blanket

rustling blankets-
your padding to the bathroom
teases me from sleep

the drive home-
fallen leaves
blanket the road

Travel

patiently waiting-
at the terminal rain sheets
down tinted windows

autumn evening-
once again
I’m alone

Homeless

alone on the street
with scarcely a backwards glance
from the passers by

three threadbare coats-
his breath still clouds
the autumn night

Regret

living in this house-
a shrine to your past regrets
and those yet to come

low tide-
finding sea glass
and jellyfish

Change

my back turned to you-
pretending to be asleep as
you climb into bed

angry clouds-
blue skies
forgotten