Empty

as the door closes
I wonder if you’ll ever
walk through it again

midnight-
the rustle of leaves
in an empty street

Time

eyes closed, steady breaths-
trying to push the anger
back into the box

boiling seas-
lava slowly turns
to cold stone

Rebirth

my respite over
the calling of this new life-
irresistible

moonglow-
another turn
at the wheel

Intentions

wishes of the past-
far too much wasted time spent
fueling my regrets

light rain-
a well tended garden of
unplanted seeds

Venus

rising from the sea-
her newly formed shores made from
black and steaming glass

predawn chill-
venus and jupiter dance
in the twilight

Chill

sheets of winter rain
wrung from the lowering sky
sideways in the wind

morning run-
frozen leaves
crack underfoot

Snow

tender young seedlings-
the promise of the harvest
rises through the snow

first snow-
our children’s
hot chocolate

Exhale

from across the room
I catch sight of your face and
my breath escapes me

waiting in a queue-
plumes of breath
and exhaust

Graveside

aimlessly searching
for a place to lay my bones
when the light fails me

fresh engravings-
the morning sun
on frosted stone

Separation

ashes and embers-
my gentle caress lingers
barely on your lips

cold glass-
the distance
of your touch