Cusp
as the grey moon sets
the young sun rises above
a new horizon
–
the church yard-
low night bells
toll the new year
as the grey moon sets
the young sun rises above
a new horizon
–
the church yard-
low night bells
toll the new year
dawn passes to dusk
giving rise to winter and
the fall of the year
–
on a cold wind-
another year gone
without notice
a day at the beach-
budding romance captured in
faded polaroids
–
sundown-
walking slowly
hand in hand
eggnog on the stove-
mace and cinnamon dress the
bottom of my glass
–
a glowing hearth-
outside the sun sets
on new year’s day
the new dawn arrives
on the first day of winter
revealing the truth
–
winter dawn-
a landscape of ice
greets the sun
in endless circles
the moon dances with the stars
through the solstice night
–
an absent sun-
sleet clatters off
the autumn leaves
a coyote’s howl-
I walk out of my own skin
and right into yours
–
afloat-
my body below
an anchor
the sun bows her head-
day gives way to nightfall by
the ascendant moon
–
twilight-
fireflies call out
to emerging stars
blinded by the pain-
your small hand comes to guide me
out of the darkness
–
crystal sky-
the sudden flight
mourning doves
the late autumn moon-
rising from gold to silver.
above the treetops
–
evening snow-
low in the sky
an ivory moon