Murder

an old farmers sink-
her mind miles away from the
blood in the carpet

back garden soil-
no amount of soap
makes her feel clean

Reckoning

vultures overhead-
circling waiting before
feasting on the dead

red skies-
a tempest
at our door

Injustice

drowning each of us
in the blood of our comrades
within sight of shore

tulips blossom-
death takes no heed
upon who’s grave

Relationship

life gets in the way-
in my haste I neglected
to say I love you

shifting skies-
one simple
phone call

Blindness

dusting the knickknacks-
doing my best to ignore
the crumbling walls

afternoon light-
fresh paint on
cracked concrete

Shadow

a field of shadows-
the bargains made with myself
so swiftly broken

a full flower moon-
silver shadowed
daffodils

Sleepless

on the edge of sleep-
hours before my alarm rings
each noise a crisis

suddenly awake-
a murderer
or my cat?

Nightmare

white foam at her lips-
on ebon hooves she gallops
through the endless night

riderless-
the bearer of
secret horrors

Remnants

footprints in the sand-
the incoming tide covers
any trace of me

amid the leaves-
an adder’s
shed skin

Chill

winter’s dying breath-
the winged herald of spring
arriving too late

morning frost-
tender lilac buds
robed in ice