Dark waters Behind glass Dark shapes Covered in spines And slime As cold as death No pretty tropical pets Are these creatures From my nightmares

Dark waters Behind glass Dark shapes Covered in spines And slime As cold as death No pretty tropical pets Are these creatures From my nightmares
Quiet words A whisper in the night The cracks of twigs Wind sings Through the Oaks and darkness A faint flash From an overhead plane
Last night I dreamt I was Gaia, earth mother, and eldest grandson of mine. Child and grandparent as one, the grass grows taller as I
Cold lips touched with blood – getting ready for Halloween with comments from my kid. Oh deathly pale With cold lips Kissed with red
You Wait At My Door You wait at my door, Your bite still fresh, Your cries Your pleading Your banging The scratching Your love
Winter Cat A poem Cold Frigid air Can’t compare To the stare Of my cat “Where you at?” Wanting me To fill her bowl Hollow