Luna

silvery fingers-
the moon I plucked from the sky
safe in my pocket

crescent moon-
silver fish swim
among the stars

Idle

rising car exhaust
lifted on the morning breeze
before dissolving

the waning sun-
at the curb
idling

Translucent

grey evening clouds
gauzy and diaphanous
thinly veil the moon

a warm orange glow-
the harvest moon
buried in the clouds

Fire

smoke from the chimney-
a startled crack leaves embers
glowing on the hearth

whispers of smoke-
coals nestled in
among the ashes

Eve

pumpkins on the porch-
fall winds whisper through the night
welcoming the frost

evening winds-
the waltzing of
fallen leaves

Fog

a hillside cottage-
the morning sun clears the clouds
asleep on the roof

first starlight-
fog creeps in
from the underbrush

Rain

staccato drumming-
the evening rain disappears
into the night’s fog

scorched earth-
rain on the tin roof
far too late

Obsolete

emerging starlight-
walking past the coal stained homes
the old lamplighter

freshly cut grass-
rusted ice tongs
in the tool shed

Peach

tequila sunrise-
sitting at a seaside bar
watching the sun set

becoming autumn-
honey and peach
on an azure sky

Evensong

low waning daylight-
songs of bullfrogs and crickets
usher in the night

twilight-
crickets sing
in my footsteps