Bloodmoon

a nested raven-
spreads his ebon wings beneath
the lunar eclipse

winter sky-
the moon
as blood

Time

reaching for your hand
I would touch you if only
I could turn back time 

under the oak tree-
lost in our
history

Apples

the last day of spring-
apple blossoms ride on the
late afternoon breeze

barefoot-
crab apples
in the grass

Fear

bitter on the tongue-
the hot bilious taste of
someone else’s fear

an owl’s cry-
the field mouse
frozen

Rain

sitting on the stoop
waiting on a taxi cab-
a soft rain moves in

heavy clouds-
dogwood petals
in the grass

Snow

deep in the pine boughs-
a cardinal dusted with
the season’s first snow

winter solstice
the last leaf falls
on fresh snow

Steam

driving past the farm
hummocks of mulch lie steaming
in the morning sun

leafless trees-
mist rises above
the duck pond

Run

running through the woods
peep frogs fall silent as I
pass by unannounced

frozen breath-
the sun rises
to greet me

Safety

alone in my room-
I can only feel safe when
no one’s allowed in

dying light-
the forest
changes

Leaves

autumn afternoon-
driving home in the dark past
drifts of wind blown leaves

light snow-
a swirl of
amber leaves