Change

Even standing stones
change colour and form over time
to hide in plain sight.

The wait

Eaves drip melt-water
onto Morse code ice-crystals -
my eyes grow weary.

The Wanderer

Tracks in fresh powder
reveal your wanderer's path -
a full circle forms.

The wait

Seconds pass like ants -
they grow to beetles and lions.
She is worth the wait.

Reprise

A brittle wind snaps
at flags and colourful scarves -
the honeymoon dies

Help

Not here and not there -
taking the time for granted.
Your silence screams HELP!

Reality

The rear-view mirror
reveals shards of reality
on our open road

Lost

The calendar burns
and sleep slinks by on tiptoes
when a child is lost

Finally

Words wrestle and writhe
I whistle an unknown tune
I have found my peace