Daybreak
dawn by the lakeside
white herons fly over mist
lit by the sunrise
–
morning coffee
steam rises
off the grass
dawn by the lakeside
white herons fly over mist
lit by the sunrise
–
morning coffee
steam rises
off the grass
the november breeze
ushers in the harvest of
amber winter wheat
–
windblown clouds
shadows glide
over golden fields
flashes light the sky
the guttural wind, distant
whither comes the storm
–
laid bare
desperately
seeking shelter
long morning shadows
the first sign of winter falls
from the autumn sky
–
winter’s finger
paint on my
window panes
a warm ombré sky
the slowly turning sunlight
at the edge of night
–
green waters
tadpoles weave
through the rushes
wrapped in a blanket
of condolence and comfort
still mired in grief
–
shooting stars
crossing skyward
on golden wings
on the horizon
a perfect amber orb rests
motionless in space
–
molten silver
seeps through
barren branches
moonlight runs into
the soft hollow of your throat
and spills down your breast
–
blue black night
the grey owl
becomes the moon
sandals dangling
water lapping at her thighs
her lover, the sea
–
billowing white clouds
salty ocean mists
kiss her face
clinging to the flames
my mortal sins escape me
carried by the wind
–
absolution
casting bread
upon the water