Darkness…

Crow

The shadow cast 
on this moonless night
by ravens black
it’s wings spread wide in the expanse
as it glides silent towards shimmering curtains
draped over northern hills.

Oh this night I will wear tucked under my chin
with it’s seam held tight to my chest with clenched fists
and wait for the first rays of this, another day
to warm the weave of it’s black chill.

Wading…

She stands at waters edge, leaning into the cool morning air…waiting for him to return. Stepping onto the dock and into the sun, she can hear water lapping and birds in the trees across the lake, their calls echoing over the still water.  Snapping turtles rest on a partially submerged log, wary of passing boats and the bullfrog croaks loudly from some reeds to her left and she wonders if they really do taste like chicken like she’d heard. The smell of burning Alder wood hangs in the air and reminds her of, those days.

He wades back into her thoughts. Hands pressed to her lips, then open palms towards winters lake.

He’s been gone too long…

Frozen Lake and Dock