Firewood

stripped down to the waist
sledgehammer and splitting maul
ringing in the sun

hazy starlight-
woodsmoke drifts
through the trees

Fire

smoke from the chimney-
a startled crack leaves embers
glowing on the hearth

whispers of smoke-
coals nestled in
among the ashes

Liar

a postulant soul
emerges from the shadows
selling fools false light

silver tongues-
gilded lies and
tainted truths

Gone

our long entrance hall-
the empty peg on the wall
where your coat once hung

distant smoke-
years of farmland
turned to ash

Kristallnacht

pale silver moonlight
captured in the broken glass
strewn across the street

autum eve-
crickets silenced
by shattering glass

Remains

a stone foundation
the remnants of a sawmill
lost to the forest

after the fire-
the chimney casts
a long shadow

Party

under the night sky
conversation and laughter
as the fire dies down

starlight-
good friends and
wine loosened tongues

Morning

through lavender clouds-
the cheeks of the sky blushing
with the coming dawn

encroaching dawn-
last night’s candles
turned to smoke

Temple

a smiling buddha
round belly worn smooth by
hands of thousands

pagoda doors-
stone steps cut
in the hillside

Ash

a viking long boat
trailing ash and smoke floating
towards valhalla

central park-
cigar ashes on
the chess board