Trees
november evening-
skeletal trees charcoal black
in the fading light
–
graveyard’s edge-
bone fingers
in the mist
november evening-
skeletal trees charcoal black
in the fading light
–
graveyard’s edge-
bone fingers
in the mist
aimlessly searching
for a place to lay my bones
when the light fails me
–
fresh engravings-
the morning sun
on frosted stone
barefoot in the grass-
the rhythm of seasons
under her sundress
–
daydream-
warm sunlight
under my skin
autumn morning light
wanders in through the curtains-
your slow even breath
–
darkness-
waking to
a sudden rain
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
sensing acceptace
evil walks in the daylight
no longer afraid
–
sunlight-
insects scatter
from prying eyes
arid desert sands
old leather cracking in the
unforgiving sun
–
rising smoke-
a candle’s
last remnants
waiting for the sun
thready morning clouds make way
for her arrival
–
open windows-
awake before
the alarm