winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Change
as the sun descends
she draws the curtain of night
to unveil the moon
–
angry lovers-
the evening sun
sets the sky aflame
Within
the battle scarred croc
slips into the black water
with hardly a trace
–
biting cold-
reaching for darkness
through the closing door
Lovers
the scent of your hair
lingering on my pillow
greets me when I wake
–
freshly cut grass-
dandelion seeds
caught in your hair
Skeletons
in dusty boxes
glimpses of my prior life
relics of the past
–
full blood moon-
cold bony fingers
pluck at my skin
Renewal
through all this darkness
the seed of light we planted
finally takes root
–
snow crocus blooms-
the heady smell of
freshly turned earth
Perspective
looking at myself
amid the twisted wreckage
of my ruined car
–
mourning doves-
lost in the white
of the winter sky
Murder
horror on parade
the fires of war march on while
death wields the baton
–
a murder of crows-
five men lower
their rifles
Hushed
the sounds of fresh snow
falling in the near darkness
sibilant whispers
–
snowfall-
lost in quiet
conversation
Change
as the sun descends
she draws the curtain of night
to unveil the moon
–
angry lovers-
the evening sun
sets the sky aflame
Within
the battle scarred croc
slips into the black water
with hardly a trace
–
biting cold-
reaching for darkness
through the closing door
Lovers
the scent of your hair
lingering on my pillow
greets me when I wake
–
freshly cut grass-
dandelion seeds
caught in your hair
Skeletons
in dusty boxes
glimpses of my prior life
relics of the past
–
full blood moon-
cold bony fingers
pluck at my skin
Renewal
through all this darkness
the seed of light we planted
finally takes root
–
snow crocus blooms-
the heady smell of
freshly turned earth
Perspective
looking at myself
amid the twisted wreckage
of my ruined car
–
mourning doves-
lost in the white
of the winter sky
Murder
horror on parade
the fires of war march on while
death wields the baton
–
a murder of crows-
five men lower
their rifles
Hushed
the sounds of fresh snow
falling in the near darkness
sibilant whispers
–
snowfall-
lost in quiet
conversation
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