Within

the battle scarred croc
slips into the black water
with hardly a trace

biting cold-
reaching for darkness
through the closing door

Lovers

the scent of your hair
lingering on my pillow
greets me when I wake

freshly cut grass-
dandelion seeds
caught in your hair

Skeletons

in dusty boxes
glimpses of my prior life
relics of the past

full blood moon-
cold bony fingers
pluck at my skin

Renewal

through all this darkness
the seed of light we planted
finally takes root

snow crocus blooms-
the heady smell of
freshly turned earth

Perspective

looking at myself
amid the twisted wreckage
of my ruined car

mourning doves-
lost in the white
of the winter sky

Murder

horror on parade
the fires of war march on while
death wields the baton

a murder of crows-
five men lower
their rifles

Hushed

the sounds of fresh snow
falling in the near darkness
sibilant whispers

snowfall-
lost in quiet
conversation

Bells

dark rolling water
a rusty buoy’s hollow bell
tolls across the night

split rail fence-
a congregation
of cowbells

Repose

on a raven lake
the moon lies sleeping under
a blanket of stars

soft lapping-
the moon unwound
beside me

Halcyon

on a gilded throne
far from the unwashed masses
counting his money

gauzy clouds-
spreading gold
on the ocean