Bird

tufts of rabbit fur
strewn across the forest floor
beneath the owls nest

burning sands-
the condor casts
a broad shadow

Cats

the wind plays a cat
unravelling skeins of snow
as I walk along

the wee hours-
between my legs
a sleeping cat

Decline

encroaching shadows
race to fill the void left by
the crumbling day

sleeping dogs-
the shade of
a dying elm

Evil

deep in the shadows
a dark malevolence seeps
from out of the woods

wicker basket-
destroying angels
lie in wait

Night

starless winter skies-
ebon velvet overhead
diamond dust below

curls of silver-
the night sky pierced
by the moon

First Date

driving home alone
all the while the taste of you
lingers on my tongue

an awkward kiss-
moths flutter
near the porch light

Gouache

curling photographs-
remnants of an age gone by
taped to my mirror

sepia trees-
winter morning’s
gentle light

Risk

the time has come to
take my heart down off the shelf
and gift it to you

long winter shadows-
a snowshoe hare
braves the sun

History

cracks in the pavement
mirrored by the crows feet in
a homeless man’s face

ruins-
ivy climbs
crumbling walls

Patience

waiting on my turn-
step by step moving forward
ever so slowly

traffic-
another day
turns to night