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
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
the forest silent-
a skeletal hand rises
from the black water
–
winter’s death-
dwelling beneath
dark brackish waters
terra cotta bricks-
the desert sunset lights up
an old bell tower
–
adobe twilight-
the slowly cooling
desert sand
looking for a score-
wandering the neighborhood
peering in windows
–
quarter past one-
a raccoon
in my garden
hackles standing up
prowling the streets in darkness
looking for a fight
–
captured moonlight-
eyes blazing
in the dark
the promise of spring
pushing through the morning snow-
unopened blossoms
–
morning coffee-
powdered sugar
on my crossword
lost in the mirror-
the only light comes from the
crack in my teacup
–
face splitting grins-
each gaping mouth
another door
fingers cracked with age
settle on the well worn keys
of her piano
–
milky eyes-
memories of youth
and music
covers pulled up high-
living in constant fear of
the click of the latch
–
black and blue sky-
waiting for the
impending storm
a dark bus depot-
waiting by the only light
for hope to arrive
–
dark wanderings-
only the moon
lights my path