Shadows

moonlight in the trees-
silently a cold wind shifts
shadows on the snow

long shadows-
the warm wind
walks me home

Regret

ghosts of the future
block my way and haunt me with
all I could have been

heavy rain-
our great oak
uprooted

Stone

building my fortress
I bury my emotions
beneath the first stone

cacophony-
late night frogs
in my stone walls

Ocean

white flecks of sea foam
spraying off the ocean waves
and the rising tide

onshore winds-
smell of salt
and the sea

Sails

white on shades of blue-
the day ends as sailors tire
of chasing the wind

moonlight-
sailboats crease
the black water

Sting

alabaster skin
flush with the pain of pleasure
however fleeting

lilacs in bloom-
bees harbored
in the blossoms

Crimson

a kiss of sunlight
caught in the underside of
a cardinal’s wing

young rabbits-
wild strawberries
hidden in the grass

Roses

out with the mistress-
his rose garden wilting in
the seething sun

my delicate rose-
thorns buried
in my skin

Nosferatu

hiding from the sun
living in the shadows while
I curse the darkness

the moon obscured-
my ancient thirst
unslaked

Bed

the small of your back
illuminated softly
by a slice of moon

waterfall-
hair cascading
across my pillow