Bump

a cavernous void
of fears and uncertainty
filling drop by drop

darkening forest
a deep growl
in the distance

Moonlight

light from the full moon
spills through the open window
and pools on the floor

waning
molten silver
moonlight

Illumination

milky shafts of light
shine on the dust motes hanging
in the evening air

slow curls of smoke
faintly glowing
embers

Return

the clinking of ice
he signals the bartender
for just one more drink

false dawn
an owl returning
to it’s nest

Direction

faintly glowing stars
the ancient light a missive
from the distant past

a moonless night
our path defined
by starlight

Orlando

blinded by hatred
enrobed in the ignorance
of what love can be

midnight-
groping for
the light

Orlando

what makes one man think
he can be judge, jury, and
executioner

monsters
in the closet
only a mirror

Muffled

shouting at the void
trying to keep the silence
from smothering me

rain falls
on a carpet
of autumn leaves

Refuge

silently stoic
the weathered lighthouse still stands
off in the distance

the setting sun
barely visible
through the fog

Gaia

bobcats and black bear
mark their territory in
the suburban wild

predawn-
awakened again
by coyotes