Beneath
barefoot in the grass-
the rhythm of seasons
under her sundress
–
daydream-
warm sunlight
under my skin
barefoot in the grass-
the rhythm of seasons
under her sundress
–
daydream-
warm sunlight
under my skin
mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth
–
born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night
a callous wind blows
through the cracks in these old bones
and broken windows
–
rusty mountains-
poppy fields in
a sniper’s scope
icy autumn breath
a sliver of the full moon
gazes down on me
–
morning run-
frozen leaves
crunch underfoot
waiting for the sun-
sitting on a weathered dock
fishing rod in hand
–
fly fishing-
casting shadows
on the water
a single oak leaf
silently floats through the air
under azure skies
–
twelve again-
shuffling through
a pile of leaves
coastal bittersweet-
north winds blow the raging sea
against the breakers
–
highland cliffs-
amethyst heather
in bloom
waiting for the sun
thready morning clouds make way
for her arrival
–
open windows-
awake before
the alarm
waning pewter clouds
part to reveal the dark moon
hidden in plain sight
–
silver threads-
weaving by
moonlight
disoriented
twisted, I fall through my dreams
and land in my bed
–
ephemeral-
fire across
the evening sky