Spring
a patchwork of blue-
clouds thread their way through branches
awaiting new growth
–
a taste of green-
daffodils pierce
the quilted snow
a patchwork of blue-
clouds thread their way through branches
awaiting new growth
–
a taste of green-
daffodils pierce
the quilted snow
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
sight not born of eyes-
I see every detail of
the shape of your soul
–
winter morning-
the smell of your pipe
still lingers
married to the road-
leaving you for months on end
for my asphalt bride
–
ragtop down-
the highway
a siren’s song
against my interests-
I trade away my future
in lieu of my soul
–
a piercing gaze-
my breast
laid bare
slowly cooling sheets
echoes of the alarm clock-
bare traces of you
–
cold sunrise-
I wake up
alone
the forest silent-
a skeletal hand rises
from the black water
–
winter’s death-
dwelling beneath
dark brackish waters
afternoon sunlight
casting long winter shadows
through the evergreens
–
woodland trails-
a scrim of ice
underfoot
hackles standing up
prowling the streets in darkness
looking for a fight
–
captured moonlight-
eyes blazing
in the dark
the promise of spring
pushing through the morning snow-
unopened blossoms
–
morning coffee-
powdered sugar
on my crossword