Grind
reaching from behind
the hands at his neck slowly
loosening his tie
–
watching ants-
his entire life
buttoned down
reaching from behind
the hands at his neck slowly
loosening his tie
–
watching ants-
his entire life
buttoned down
white foam at her lips-
on ebon hooves she gallops
through the endless night
–
riderless-
the bearer of
secret horrors
social distancing-
tulip blossoms pay no heed
to the fall of man
–
robin’s song-
mankind’s
lament
a flame extinguished-
I conjure up the darkness
to reclaim your soul
–
whisps of smoke-
a mirror
in the dark
the canvas of dusk-
low amber clouds dry brushed on
an indigo sky
–
afternoon clouds-
dappled hillsides
painted by the sun
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
afternoon sunlight
casting long winter shadows
through the evergreens
–
woodland trails-
a scrim of ice
underfoot
fingers cracked with age
settle on the well worn keys
of her piano
–
milky eyes-
memories of youth
and music
covers pulled up high-
living in constant fear of
the click of the latch
–
black and blue sky-
waiting for the
impending storm
bitter winter winds-
corruption festers and thrives
in the light of day
–
new moon-
awaiting the sun
to seek out shadows