Chance

I catch your eye as
we pass each other by but
you’re out of my league

noonday sun-
lions stalking
in the tall grass

Lantern

at the forest’s edge 
a guttering lantern hangs 
from a shepherd’s crook

winter stars-
the warm glow
of a coach lamp

Ice

an overnight storm
invades my dreams and I wake
to trees turned to glass

frozen rain-
crystal branches
brush the ground

Bloodmoon

a nested raven-
spreads his ebon wings beneath
the lunar eclipse

winter sky-
the moon
as blood

Under

the hours before dawn
I wake to your skin on mine 
under the duvet

winter’s breath-
maple leaves
under fresh snow

Drunk

pour me another
for I’m not yet numb enough 
to make new mistakes

darkling beetles-
drunk on the
morning dew

Well

at the old stone well
I peer into the darkness
looking back at me

moss covered stone-
I dip my bowl into
the well of souls

Time

reaching for your hand
I would touch you if only
I could turn back time 

under the oak tree-
lost in our
history

Sparks

warm potbellied stove-
the winter air crackles with
electricity 

dry night air-
your touch
shocking

Abed

the wan morning light-
wrapped up in your nakedness
unwilling to move

your damp hair-
for now I’m
the big spoon