Death

gentle snow falling 
a dog at his owners grave
clawing at the earth

winter evening-
your rocking chair
empty

Tired

the tv on low-
your breathing slows as you fall
asleep on my chest 

the risen moon-
soft cries heard
as you fight sleep

Regret

the year end draws near-
looking back on regrets for
things I didn’t do

snowshoes-
stepping out
onto thin ice 

Mirrors

a gilded mirror-
reflections of other lives 
from across the room

frosted windows-
fire reflected
in your eyes

Ash

well after midnight
christmas eve fire in the hearth
burning down to ash

a warm hearth-
ashes mix with
the falling snow

Tryst

twisted hotel sheets
warm champagne and melted ice
left for housekeeping

an open window-
our naked skin
in the noonday sun

Writing

crimson veins of ink 
bleed into the blotter from
my old fountain pen

guttering flames-
reams of paper
absorb my words

Snow

deep in the pine boughs-
a cardinal dusted with
the season’s first snow

winter solstice
the last leaf falls
on fresh snow

Deadline

long after midnight-
my eyes lose their focus as
I write in my sleep

well past curfew-
tires on the
gravel drive

Replacement

freshly cut flowers
in what used to be your urn
on my mantle piece

empty boxes-
the dog sleeps
on your side