Loss

hug your children tight
for tonight there are parents
who won’t get that chance

barren trees-
young branches
devoid of leaves

Homeless

asleep on a bench
the hard rap of a nightstick
startles him awake

dark rain-
wet newspaper
her only refuge

Glutton

surrounded by wealth
still dissatisfied with the
overabundance

winter rain-
runnels
overflowing

Slipping Out

walking on eggshells
at the door I stop and turn-
you’re watching me leave

predawn-
hard and cold
the bedroom floor

Gouache

curling photographs-
remnants of an age gone by
taped to my mirror

sepia trees-
winter morning’s
gentle light

History

cracks in the pavement
mirrored by the crows feet in
a homeless man’s face

ruins-
ivy climbs
crumbling walls

Distance

from a different life
the passing of an old friend
rests on my shoulders

moonrise-
a silver wind
sways the curtains

History

on my mantlepiece
rest all the pieces of you
finally at peace

love letters-
ashes of
old flames

Transformation

seeking inner peace
yearning to quench the darkness
that burns in my soul

wildfires-
a cold late
autumn rain

Impotence

by her bedroom door
listening to my daughter
cry herself to sleep

leafless boughs-
no resistance to
the howling winds