Bloodmoon
a nested raven-
spreads his ebon wings beneath
the lunar eclipse
–
winter sky-
the moon
as blood
a nested raven-
spreads his ebon wings beneath
the lunar eclipse
–
winter sky-
the moon
as blood
reaching for your hand
I would touch you if only
I could turn back time
–
under the oak tree-
lost in our
history
the last day of spring-
apple blossoms ride on the
late afternoon breeze
–
barefoot-
crab apples
in the grass
bitter on the tongue-
the hot bilious taste of
someone else’s fear
–
an owl’s cry-
the field mouse
frozen
sitting on the stoop
waiting on a taxi cab-
a soft rain moves in
–
heavy clouds-
dogwood petals
in the grass
deep in the pine boughs-
a cardinal dusted with
the season’s first snow
–
winter solstice
the last leaf falls
on fresh snow
driving past the farm
hummocks of mulch lie steaming
in the morning sun
–
leafless trees-
mist rises above
the duck pond
running through the woods
peep frogs fall silent as I
pass by unannounced
–
frozen breath-
the sun rises
to greet me
alone in my room-
I can only feel safe when
no one’s allowed in
–
dying light-
the forest
changes
autumn afternoon-
driving home in the dark past
drifts of wind blown leaves
–
light snow-
a swirl of
amber leaves