Morning
dew covered hillsides-
clouds escape the grass just to
touch the morning sun
–
morning lovers-
sunlight caught
in my coffee cup
dew covered hillsides-
clouds escape the grass just to
touch the morning sun
–
morning lovers-
sunlight caught
in my coffee cup
the walk to the car-
turning my jacket collar
up against the wind
–
aging-
cold breath
on my neck
november evening-
skeletal trees charcoal black
in the fading light
–
graveyard’s edge-
bone fingers
in the mist
cold and sterile rooms-
the emptiness of being
alone here with you
–
makeshift rafts-
icy waters
devoid of life
late afternoon sun-
distant shadows highlight the
sepia landscape
–
quicksilver moon-
the skyline
alight
a chance encounter
just glimpse of your face then
you’re lost in the crowd
–
incoming tide-
all these memories
built on sand
I won’t bet my life
on a roll of the dice but
I’ll take my chances
–
parting clouds-
hoof prints
in the damp soil
keeping company
with all my bad decisions
and indiscretions
–
fresh snow-
still here
at last call
robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation
–
evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night
standing by the sink
staring at my soapy hands
my momentum gone
–
blinders on-
running headlong
towards a dead end