Predawn

rails shrouded in fog-
a ghost train departs beneath
the approaching dawn

sunrise shadows-
nascent snow cradled in
dry autumn leaves

Transience

encroaching midnight-
the doomsday clock poised to toll
humanity’s dirge

pools of red wax-
guttering candles
cast their meager light

Age

honeysuckle wine-
content letting the front porch
host my slow decline

passing cars-
an afghan shrouds
her empty rocker

Sky

lost amid the clouds-
the afternoon sky whispers
my name to the wind

wistfully blue-
dandelions
in your hair

Until

unearthed by the wind-
stone sentinels laid low by
the passage of time

dew kissed moss-
a small stone shrine
unvisited

Eerie

ghost of old rumors-
morbid curiosity
about the house on the hill

a one eyed crow-
tortured shrieks of
wrought iron hinges

Interruption

warm sands and tropi-
the cat yowls and paws my face
demanding breakfast

morning zoom call-
for the love of god
mute your mic

Vampire

a cold night’s work done-
the creeping light of daybreak
seeps into my tomb

guttering torchlight-
weary of the death
that slakes my thirst

Freedom

‘neath a festive sky-
cold ashes rain down upon
old lakota land

beneath the stars-
none of us free
unto the last

Peace

seeking inner peace-
silently blessing all those
who would do me ill

approaching dawn-
tea and birdsong
refills my soul