Morning

dew covered hillsides-
clouds escape the grass just to
touch the morning sun

morning lovers-
sunlight caught
in my coffee cup

Winter

the walk to the car-
turning my jacket collar
up against the wind

aging-
cold breath
on my neck

Trees

november evening-
skeletal trees charcoal black
in the fading light

graveyard’s edge-
bone fingers
in the mist

Death

cold and sterile rooms-
the emptiness of being
alone here with you

makeshift rafts-
icy waters
devoid of life

Light

late afternoon sun-
distant shadows highlight the
sepia landscape

quicksilver moon-
the skyline
alight

Decline

a chance encounter
just glimpse of your face then
you’re lost in the crowd

incoming tide-
all these memories
built on sand

Chance

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

Regret

keeping company
with all my bad decisions
and indiscretions

fresh snow-
still here
at last call

Leaving

robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation

evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night

Disappointment

standing by the sink
staring at my soapy hands
my momentum gone

blinders on-
running headlong
towards a dead end