Fog

snow on the gravestones-
the caretaker’s lantern swings
haloed in the fog

moonlit snow-
fog sprawls
across the road

Driving

driving through the night
the asphalt beneath my wheels
becomes slick with snow

my future-
lost in the oncoming
headlights

Empty

an empty barstool-
I decide to take a risk
on conversation

empty glasses-
my napkin
torn to shreds

Moonlight

bright silver moonlight
streaming in through the skylight
pooling on the floor

quicksilver-
the full moon
above the trees

Distance

I placed you upon
a pedestal and now you’re
far beyond my reach

the house dark-
a distant moon
through the skylight

Moving

an early March snow-
past time for pulling up roots
and moving along

stinging rain-
I return to find
an empty home

Temptation

tiny wisps of light
at the edge of the forest
dancing in the dark

the nighttime sea-
distant sirens
in the dark

War

twisting in my sleep
I smell the blood and cordite
and lotus flowers

torrential rain-
countless lost
to take a hill

Gale

brutal onshore winds-
a nor’easter whips the sea
as waves pound the beach

my collar up-
a man chases
his hat

Age

slowly settled in
every movement painful with
these old weary bones

well worn stones-
shore water’s
ebb and flow