Sunset

the chill of the moon-
the sun wraps herself tightly
in the cloak of night

the winter sky-
delicate pearls grace
the neck of the night

Haze

tendrils of ground fog
seep down into the lowlands
just before the dawn

melting snow-
a silver crescent
in the mist

Guilt

washing and scrubbing
under this scalding water
still I can’t come clean

coal smoke-
a cardinal
on the snow

Weight

machine oiled blued steel
the weight of it heavier
than I expected

ice on the rocks-
another shot
added to my burden

Echoes

I still feel you here
disturbing the emptiness
well after you’re gone

thunderclouds-
hard rain off
the tin roof

Destiny

the hand of Moira
pulling taught a strand of fate
prior to the cut

cloudless night-
death comes
on silent wings

Depression

gaping in the gloom
taking perverted pleasure
in bringing me down

pewter skies-
cold rain drips
off the rusted roof

Within

the battle scarred croc
slips into the black water
with hardly a trace

biting cold-
reaching for darkness
through the closing door

Skeletons

in dusty boxes
glimpses of my prior life
relics of the past

full blood moon-
cold bony fingers
pluck at my skin

Perspective

looking at myself
amid the twisted wreckage
of my ruined car

mourning doves-
lost in the white
of the winter sky