Trees

november evening-
skeletal trees charcoal black
in the fading light

graveyard’s edge-
bone fingers
in the mist

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

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

Graveside

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

fresh engravings-
the morning sun
on frosted stone

Life

this life all too brief-
a freshly fallen snowflake
melting in my hand

rebirth-
spring sky in
a robin’s egg

Beneath

barefoot in the grass-
the rhythm of seasons
under her sundress

daydream-
warm sunlight
under my skin

Penance

mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth

born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night

Candle

stone walls and dirt floors-
candle flames cling to their wicks
throwing dark shadows

straw bedding-
a tallow candle’s
uneasy light