Faith

an icy black rain
the autumn harvest freezes
while still in the field

a desert night
cold hard water
feeds the fire

Present

living day to day
ignoring where I’ve been and
what the future holds

frost on the grass
awake in the dark
breathless and immobile

Darkness

with help, exploring
the haunted attic spaces
deep within my mind

dancing alone
the ghosts
of past lovers

Escape

stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse

smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence

Outreach

reaching through the gloom
seeking the humanity
common to us all

a red call box
tendrils of fog
climbing the ivy

Unease

alone on the sea
caught in a tempest’s fury
far from her home port

an unfamiliar bed
the southern cross
in the night sky

Shock

distant sirens wail
slowly I realize that
you’re not coming home

a warm shower
startled awake
by the telephone

Recollections

our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one

calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing

Amour

your licorice lips
the taste of clove and anise
lingers on my tongue

quiet sunrise
a rose bud
slowly opens

Transitions

freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave

curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth