Grind

reaching from behind
the hands at his neck slowly
loosening his tie

watching ants-
his entire life
buttoned down

Nightmare

white foam at her lips-
on ebon hooves she gallops
through the endless night

riderless-
the bearer of
secret horrors

Decline

social distancing-
tulip blossoms pay no heed
to the fall of man

robin’s song-
mankind’s
lament

Vapors

a flame extinguished-
I conjure up the darkness
to reclaim your soul

whisps of smoke-
a mirror
in the dark

Paint

the canvas of dusk-
low amber clouds dry brushed on
an indigo sky

afternoon clouds-
dappled hillsides
painted by the sun

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

Hiking

afternoon sunlight
casting long winter shadows
through the evergreens

woodland trails-
a scrim of ice
underfoot

Music

fingers cracked with age
settle on the well worn keys
of her piano

milky eyes-
memories of youth
and music

Abuse

covers pulled up high-
living in constant fear of
the click of the latch

black and blue sky-
waiting for the
impending storm

Injustice

bitter winter winds-
corruption festers and thrives
in the light of day

new moon-
awaiting the sun
to seek out shadows