Regret

every single day
regrettable decisions
I can’t seem to stop

waiting in vain-
a puddle
of streetlight

Chill

late autumn evenings-
tarnished copper trees framing
skies of polished bronze

crisp air-
hunting in
the night sky

Colors

sunset on the lake
threading my wet fingers through
tangerine waters

salmon skies-
october morning
the hills ablaze

Break

the window broken-
in the unlit house glass shards
crunching underfoot

descending silence-
a wizened elm
uprooted

Light

glowing in the dark
the distant lights, reflections
off Jamaica bay

twilight-
each firefly
tells a story

Rhythm

flags snap in the wind-
lines of waves begin to break
over silver sands

snoring-
warm breath
on my neck

Star

how can one be blind
to the light that shines within
your beautiful soul

orion-
etching of
the evening sky

Storm

howling in the night
a cold wind pounds on my door
straining the hinges

black rain-
branches scrape
my darkened window

Homeless

in the stinging rain
waiting by the library
for the doors to open

sleeping rough-
water from the downspout
soaking his coat

Purchase

children of gaia-
seeking purchase in every
crack in the pavement

dripping eaves-
english ivy climbs
these old stone walls