Night Poetry
I enjoy writing about the feel of evening -
it's magical, mysterious sense.
Here's a few selected poems from a collection I call:

From The Dark

Slender Intruder

The pit viper strikes-
lonely serpent of night
stealing the breath

from a weakening agent of blue
How fangs, rancor vessels of deliverance
pierce the purity of ambrosial silence

pressing the somber shadows
against the open windows of light,
draining the horizon

of fervor and promise
Slithering reptile of nocturnal delight,
abruptly coiling

around the frame of innocence,
scratching the flesh of day
with scales of darkness

All come to rest in armless embrace,
prey to the forked tongue
of its cunning intent

copyright 1999

Nightfall Sensorial

Hear the dark bird twill
the evening call,
stir motion in still petals,
sleepy-eyed sojourners of noon
See the night fold
in crisp layers,
vapor clouds undressing
the moon

Feel the sway of the dusk dance
waltzing branches silhouette
the cobalt fading sky
Sense the comfort of closure,
as the breeze softly murmurs
a reassuring midnight sigh

copyright 1998

La Bella Luna

Night falls surely,
as each drop of comfort
is drained from the sky

The lake holds mysteries
deeper than dreams captured
as fruit in a still life painting

Upon the distant edge,
the silhouette of pearl primrose;
la bella luna stirs the calm

And with raised glass
we toast her renaissance
with transparent scars

We are simply celestial:
two stars in slow destruction,
creating ripples in the wake

copyright 2001