Waking

I wake to nothing
but the impression of you
left in my mattress

cold sweat-
twisted in
my bedsheets

Veteran

I close my eyes and
before sleep overtakes me
I pray for those I’ve killed

fireworks-
earplugs in
a darkened room

Plague

on the village green
the hollow toll of church bells
ringing out the dead

frozen earth-
grave diggers toil
into the night

TV

snoring quietly
your head still on my shoulder-
our show just over

dreams of snow-
waking to
tv static

Winter

white breath and mittens-
on the pond shaved ice gathers
the sounds of laughter

heavy blankets-
the sound
of falling snow

Harvest

broad fields of amber
spread under a western sky-
gentle autumn rain

thinning clouds-
baled hay
in the sun

Decisions

deep under water
looking back at the surface
as I sink farther

valentines day-
ice cracks
beneath my feet

Legacy

in my father’s chair
still unprepared to carry
this heavy burden

fallen acorns-
my little feet
in your shoes

Insomnia

my bed, no respite
dark lonely hours renege on
the promise of sleep

flannel sheets-
the rhythm
of your breath

Cold

hushed elevator-
the open doors close once more
leaving us alone

frosted glass-
winter air
seeps in