Distance
from a different life
the passing of an old friend
rests on my shoulders
–
moonrise-
a silver wind
sways the curtains
from a different life
the passing of an old friend
rests on my shoulders
–
moonrise-
a silver wind
sways the curtains
waiting on my turn-
step by step moving forward
ever so slowly
–
traffic-
another day
turns to night
caught out in squall
running through the rain, wet hair
plastered to her head
–
evening rain-
stepping from
a warm bath
almost a month now-
how can I still be finding
crumbs in our bed
–
fresh coffee-
your side of the bed
is still warm
sitting on my couch
not sure if I can get up
after shoveling
–
rabbit tracks-
a snowy owl
motionless
hushed and reverent
watching the moonrise and the
rebirth of the year
–
midnight-
snow falls over
the farmer’s field
shrinking from the light
blended into the shadows
I’m invisible
–
dusk-
black clouds
rise from the earth
the walk to the car-
turning my jacket collar
up against the wind
–
aging-
cold breath
on my neck
the solar transit
far to brief indeed on this
winter solstice day
–
winter reborn-
I depart and return
in darkness
in the evening sky-
the suggestion of darkness
from the crescent moon
–
new moon-
black before
the dark of night