Colors

flowering milkweed-
monarchs unfurl their new wings
to catch the sunlight

iridescence-
concentric rainbows
on the pavement

Web

early morning dew-
a spider’s silken shift work
floats above the grass

last night’s rain-
pearls rest on
tatted lace

Horizon

alone and asea-
drifting on the line between
the ocean and sky

eventide-
the sun ignites
a fiery sea

Moonlight

bright mid-winter stars-
your alabaster shoulders
dressed by the ghost moon

rumpled sheets-
asleep intertwined
blanketed by the moon

Morning

hard edged and soulless-
the treacherous dawn comes to
spirit you away

softly closing doors-
again I awake
to an empty bed

Leaves

dry and brittle leaves-
remnants of an early fall
captive in the snow

crisp white linens-
leaves tumble
in the wind

Moonlight

frigid midnight winds-
the moon smears lampblack shadows
on the virgin snow

wolf moon-
winter berries
turn to ash

Lake

light wind in my sails-
her long supple fingers glide
through tranquil water

soft water-
stillness arrives
on silenced oars

London

wrought iron street lamps-
ancient cobblestones vanish
in the rising fog

echos of hooves-
a hansom cab
lost in the mist

Predawn

rails shrouded in fog-
a ghost train departs beneath
the approaching dawn

sunrise shadows-
nascent snow cradled in
dry autumn leaves