Splinter

rid of you at last
cut from where you’d gotten lodged
just under my skin

last year’s maple leaves-
splinters from a
prior life

Missing

the bathroom door locked –
water covers the threshold
soaking the carpet

echos in the hallway-
your phone goes
straight to voice mail

Eclipse

encroaching darkness-
a blue moon wanders across
the path of the sun

approaching night-
a bat flies across
the moon

Payment

one thing is certain-
with the taxes completed
l just wait for death

lights dim-
a life’s debt
repaid

Spirit

passing the graveyard-
a pale white lady rises
from tendrils of fog

solemn silence-
hands clasped
in a circle

Macabre

writing in the dark-
I dip my pen into the
inkwell of the night

a forest path-
fallen trees
turn to dust

Suicide

clutching thoughts and prayers
while we let those who suffer
slip through our fingers

predawn chill-
sleeping children
suddenly fatherless

Fog

snow on the gravestones-
the caretaker’s lantern swings
haloed in the fog

moonlit snow-
fog sprawls
across the road

Sensuous

crimson fingernails
lightly drawn along my skin
leaving ghostly trails

rain streaked windows-
we agree
on safe words

Moving

an early March snow-
past time for pulling up roots
and moving along

stinging rain-
I return to find
an empty home