Change
light plays on the walls
alternating blue and red
the sirens, silent
–
puddles in the street
turning to steam
in the sun
light plays on the walls
alternating blue and red
the sirens, silent
–
puddles in the street
turning to steam
in the sun
the sky burns crimson
in anticipation of
the ocean’s embrace
–
dawn chorus
an homage to
the rising sun
I can’t remember
dwelling in darkness since I
came into your light
–
barren trees
stand vigil
awaiting sunrise
stilling the waters
the taste of salt on my lips
from kissing your tears
–
the loon’s cry
rising sun over
a winter lake
the passage of time
etched deep in the wrinkles on
his leathery face
–
turning leaves
a bed of moss lit
by stippled sunlight
relaxing at last
working out in the garden
under the moonlight
–
high silver clouds
a beaver breaks
the water’s surface
the round amber moon
slides behind a silver veil
woven in the sky
–
heat lightning
revealing clouds
from within
blazing streaks of fire
tearing through the winter sky
dying as cinders
–
the predawn hours
an intrepid visitor
on my doorstep
a bottle of night
lost in the depths of the shelf
mislabeled as ink
–
owl’s wings, silent
across diamond
pierced ebony
spreading alder boughs
provide little respite from
the stifling heat
–
impression
of my sole
in asphalt