Moonlight

light from the full moon
spills through the open window
and pools on the floor

waning
molten silver
moonlight

Illumination

milky shafts of light
shine on the dust motes hanging
in the evening air

slow curls of smoke
faintly glowing
embers

Perspective

spying Earth from space
a hard reminder of our
insignificance

a sand grain
amidst the
multitude

Iron

toiling at the fire
sweat rolls off the smithy’s face
and turns into steam

wide oak boughs
shadows
cross the forge

Direction

faintly glowing stars
the ancient light a missive
from the distant past

a moonless night
our path defined
by starlight

Orlando

blinded by hatred
enrobed in the ignorance
of what love can be

midnight-
groping for
the light

Muffled

shouting at the void
trying to keep the silence
from smothering me

rain falls
on a carpet
of autumn leaves

Heat

deep in the furnace
liquid glass, hotter than fire
waits for the artist

blown glass…
a moment
frozen in time

Fleeting

iridescent wings
hover over a flower
as I stand entranced

awestruck…
nature
at her finest

Refuge

silently stoic
the weathered lighthouse still stands
off in the distance

the setting sun
barely visible
through the fog