Dark

bedding down the coals-
the warm glow of the campfire
keeps the wolves at bay

the full worm moon-
glowing yellow orbs
in the shadows

Tarn

the forest silent-
a skeletal hand rises
from the black water

winter’s death-
dwelling beneath
dark brackish waters

Southwest

terra cotta bricks-
the desert sunset lights up
an old bell tower

adobe twilight-
the slowly cooling
desert sand

Invaders

looking for a score-
wandering the neighborhood
peering in windows

quarter past one-
a raccoon
in my garden

Cats

hackles standing up
prowling the streets in darkness
looking for a fight

captured moonlight-
eyes blazing
in the dark

Dusting

the promise of spring
pushing through the morning snow-
unopened blossoms

morning coffee-
powdered sugar
on my crossword

Nightmare

lost in the mirror-
the only light comes from the
crack in my teacup

face splitting grins-
each gaping mouth
another door

Music

fingers cracked with age
settle on the well worn keys
of her piano

milky eyes-
memories of youth
and music

Abuse

covers pulled up high-
living in constant fear of
the click of the latch

black and blue sky-
waiting for the
impending storm

Lost

a dark bus depot-
waiting by the only light
for hope to arrive

dark wanderings-
only the moon
lights my path