Vapors

a flame extinguished-
I conjure up the darkness
to reclaim your soul

whisps of smoke-
a mirror
in the dark

Paint

the canvas of dusk-
low amber clouds dry brushed on
an indigo sky

afternoon clouds-
dappled hillsides
painted by the sun

Vino

collecting march rain-
a september burgundy
darkens my wine glass

morning dew-
barefoot beneath
the grape arbor

Morning

darling snooze button-
I could not cherish more your
extra eight minutes

incessant buzzing-
as day breaks
so do I

Forest

a forest clearing-
under a thicket the faun
waits for her mother

gauzy moonlight-
the woodland’s heart
whispers my name

Spring

a patchwork of blue-
clouds thread their way through branches
awaiting new growth

a taste of green-
daffodils pierce
the quilted snow

Dark

bedding down the coals-
the warm glow of the campfire
keeps the wolves at bay

the full worm moon-
glowing yellow orbs
in the shadows

Senses

sight not born of eyes-
I see every detail of
the shape of your soul

winter morning-
the smell of your pipe
still lingers

Travel

married to the road-
leaving you for months on end
for my asphalt bride

ragtop down-
the highway
a siren’s song

Wounded

against my interests-
I trade away my future
in lieu of my soul

a piercing gaze-
my breast
laid bare