Trees
november evening-
skeletal trees charcoal black
in the fading light
–
graveyard’s edge-
bone fingers
in the mist
november evening-
skeletal trees charcoal black
in the fading light
–
graveyard’s edge-
bone fingers
in the mist
eyes closed, steady breaths-
trying to push the anger
back into the box
–
boiling seas-
lava slowly turns
to cold stone
my respite over
the calling of this new life-
irresistible
–
moonglow-
another turn
at the wheel
rising from the sea-
her newly formed shores made from
black and steaming glass
–
predawn chill-
venus and jupiter dance
in the twilight
sheets of winter rain
wrung from the lowering sky
sideways in the wind
–
morning run-
frozen leaves
crack underfoot
aimlessly searching
for a place to lay my bones
when the light fails me
–
fresh engravings-
the morning sun
on frosted stone
this life all too brief-
a freshly fallen snowflake
melting in my hand
–
rebirth-
spring sky in
a robin’s egg
barefoot in the grass-
the rhythm of seasons
under her sundress
–
daydream-
warm sunlight
under my skin
mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth
–
born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night
stone walls and dirt floors-
candle flames cling to their wicks
throwing dark shadows
–
straw bedding-
a tallow candle’s
uneasy light