Saturday, November 22, 2014

While I stand guard

As daylight descends,
beyond the trees
church spires are back lit
from beams of the sleepy sun.

Shadows are cast,
in the garden
along a known path
a creature sniffs the wind.

Slowly he hops,
towards the remains
of a voracious feed
scattered upon the snow.

Wisps of fur,
are supply outlined
with each moving muscle
as he nibbles slowly.

Pooka has returned,
for the winter
he will dine grandly
while I stand guard.  

Friday, November 14, 2014

Seasons Shroud

seasons shroud fell quietly during the night
strangling the landscape in its death grasp
laying waste from what once was to what is now

Saturday, November 08, 2014

One last life

his flesh wrinkled from the cold,
devoid of warmth and nourishment
enfolds upon itself, dry and tight,
following lines of his skeleton,
he prepares for the deep sleep
yet struggles to enjoy one last life
in the sun this chilly autumn day.

Friday, October 31, 2014


There is a fine line between night and light
as the portal opens during samhain
when souls depart seeking lost loved ones
dancing in the shadows of bonfires.

Weather worn tree branches
create shadows upon the landscape,
gnarled tips reach out to the sky
tempting the solo night flyers
who have escaped the netherworld
braving the light of the night as I.

Were my soul to depart during this eve
I wish it to spark the fire upon the hill
and dance in the flames lighting the sky
warming this soul until early morning light.

Death or Life - Haiku

the battle of death
in a forgotten graveyard,
life is the victor

Happy Samhain