Translucent

grey evening clouds
gauzy and diaphanous
thinly veil the moon

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

Gone

our long entrance hall-
the empty peg on the wall
where your coat once hung

distant smoke-
years of farmland
turned to ash

Restless

months of sundays gone-
I still just can’t get used to
sleeping without you

autumn winds-
the restless swirl
of fallen leaves

afternoon sunlight-
an old man and his grandson
asleep on the floor

sunday mornings-
step stool by the sink
shaving together

Waiting

my bedside vigil-
each moment slipping away
taking you with them

machines hum-
outside your window
a starless night

Travel

patiently waiting-
at the terminal rain sheets
down tinted windows

autumn evening-
once again
I’m alone

Regret

living in this house-
a shrine to your past regrets
and those yet to come

low tide-
finding sea glass
and jellyfish

Change

my back turned to you-
pretending to be asleep as
you climb into bed

angry clouds-
blue skies
forgotten

Laundry

an empty basket-
warm sunlight on this week’s wash
snapping on the line

old bones-
family secrets
in the closet

House

an overgrown lawn-
ravens nest in the eaves of
what was once a home

rotting lumber-
vines climb
though the floor