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

Senses

sight not born of eyes-
I see every detail of
the shape of your soul

winter morning-
the smell of your pipe
still lingers

Travel

married to the road-
leaving you for months on end
for my asphalt bride

ragtop down-
the highway
a siren’s song

Wounded

against my interests-
I trade away my future
in lieu of my soul

a piercing gaze-
my breast
laid bare

Awake

slowly cooling sheets
echoes of the alarm clock-
bare traces of you

cold sunrise-
I wake up
alone

Tarn

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

winter’s death-
dwelling beneath
dark brackish waters

Hiking

afternoon sunlight
casting long winter shadows
through the evergreens

woodland trails-
a scrim of ice
underfoot

Southwest

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

adobe twilight-
the slowly cooling
desert sand

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