blonde and auburn leaves
kissed by the first touch of fall
decorate my lawn
–
home from work-
she tosses her hair
on the bed
Category: Faith
Burden
down by the river
releasing slights collected
after all these years
–
on my back-
the weight of countless
grains of sand
Forsaken
still she counts the ships-
her thick wool sweater stained red
with the setting sun
–
date night-
she sits at a table
set for one
Depth
slow rhythmic rocking
as I’m drawn deep into you
my lover the sea
–
crying gulls-
lost in your
cold embrace
Sailing
plying the trade winds-
seeking safe harbor under
an ocean of sky
–
rolling seas-
sails reefed
before the storm
Rot
all the leaves scattered
standing despite itself but
rotten at the core
–
a forest altar-
oaken pews
standing empty
Empty
hundreds of candles-
an unlit testament to
this empty vigil
–
tumbled stone-
autumn’s first light
warms the piazza
Fear
monsters in my head
clamor at the gates of hell
screaming to be let out
–
the hiss of rain-
slow scratching
under my bed
Solitude
shut in this fortress
long days spent looking over
my kingdom of sand
–
rising tides-
my castle begins
to crumble
Ballerina
tiny ballet shoes-
waiting for the curtain in
crinoline and lace
–
sunday afternoon-
long hours
at the barre