Comfort

early afternoon-
a warm loaf of crusty bread
cooling on the stove

pumpkin candles-
easing into
a steaming bath

Tryst

the dimly lit booth-
a small guttering candle
spills it’s meager light

two martinis-
your foot on
my bar stool

Distance

circling eagles-
nesting on the mountaintop
as Sisyphus weeps

wavering sands-
a desert oasis
just out of reach

Autumn

the bright hunter’s moon-
a ‘possum in my garden
gleaning the harvest

soft autumn eve-
the crackle of leaves
under marauding paws

Barbershop

the snick of scissors-
years of her identity
in piles on the floor

afternoon rain-
the buzz of gossip
and razors

Kindness

she gives him her name-
for a just moment they share
their humanity

snow covered sidewalk-
she wraps her dog
in the blanket

Gone

on gossamer wings-
fate finds you leaving this vale
far before your time

endless night
dawn reaches out
her empty hand

Storm

black feathers gleaming
the final drop of rain falls
from a raven’s beak

a tempest-
swirls of cream
in my coffee

Were

the silver wolf moon-
in truth I’ll beg no solace
until the sunrise

so many people-
at lunch in the park
he yearns for the moon

Donor

wordlessly I watch
as with the greatest of care
you remove my heart

rising from the fog-
taking breaths
that are not my own