Nightfall

the darkness rises

over low roofs

past the weak glow

of my window -

through rough fences

into trees it drifts

black space filling the holes

between roses.

(17 March 2015)

Nocturne: October

level land

fields

blown brown

and hard

fade with day

to

hazy

night.

the wind does not move!

there’s

a smudge

on the

moon

and

even

the geese

are

silent.

(10/8/2013)

Wolf Moon

2013 (Richard Barnhill via Flickr)

the wolf moon rising

hard, red, sure

black night’s

bloody core.