Quiet
a prick and a push-
quelling my inner deamons
for just a moment
–
thunder-
reveling in
the sudden silence
a prick and a push-
quelling my inner deamons
for just a moment
–
thunder-
reveling in
the sudden silence
pleading for my life-
attempting to atone for
the wrongs that I’ve done
–
morning dew-
my sins cast
upon the water
violent currents
slake their thirst with sailor’s lives
by the gates of hell
–
jagged ice-
ancient wrecks
litter the narrows
crabs in the shallows-
a hidden sandbar barely
revealed by the tide
–
onshore breeze-
knots of seaweed
drying in the sun
a sudden silence
painful accusations still
hanging in the air
–
tiny monarchs-
weightless
milkweed seeds
I won’t bet my life
on a roll of the dice but
I’ll take my chances
–
parting clouds-
hoof prints
in the damp soil
a shaft of sunlight-
the autumnal equinox
finally arrives
–
apple harvest-
lengthening shadows
mark the time
the pen freshly inked
yet hesitating over
whose name is written
–
falling leaves-
unheard, a hawk
passes overhead
rough fisherman’s hands
haul up the day’s catch under
a mackerel sky
–
circling hawks-
shark skin clouds
promising rain
in the stinging rain
waiting by the library
for the doors to open
–
sleeping rough-
water from the downspout
soaking his coat