Trains

down along the tracks-
in the distance the fog glows
with a passing train

a waiting owl-
the train echos
through the hollow

Devotion

black leather collar
tight around my neck lying
prostrate at your feet

cold stone-
village pews
stand empty

Light

a warm autumn glow-
dawn clouds steeped in honey spill
across the ocean

daybreak-
sunlight dances
on the wave tops

Peace

the telephone rings-
it seems you and I still have
unfinished business

woolen socks and
warm apple cider-
my phone in a drawer

Sunset

warm evening colors-
wet oil paint dry bushed across
this canvas of sky

evening skies-
clouds blend into
the autumn canopy

Pittsburgh

just another day
thoughts and prayers for the dead while
no one does a thing

a quiet morning-
evil flourishes
in the silence

Agitation

open before me
the pages of my journal
blank and foreboding

onshore winds-
sand and shells
in the roiling surf

War

documenting war-
pages inked with the spilled blood
of the innocent

shimmering heat –
blood pools
in the desert sand

Luna

the full predawn moon
resting above the changing
autumn canopy

evening chill-
the moon dressed
in alabaster

Midnight

staring at the clock
trying to understand the
cruelty of time

aching for sleep-
minutes collect
in piles on the floor