Bed Time

Skin shying from cold cotton.
Breath held in 'till warmth melts.

Streetlights

Amber ribbed streetlights.
Honey-centred sweets in the sky.
Melting darkness, soothing the way.

Not the Moon

Mistaken for the moon a moment,
I double-take the clock tower's bright face
Beaming in the darkness.
Holding still yet keeping pace.

Seen by the Light

Movement caught by outside light.
Fine hairs of silvern silk web revealed,
Whispering "I'm here".

Too Bright

You and I,
Like moths to a flame.
Space opens
Eyes to behold
The other's luminous beauty.
Too close
And we burn

Dusk Shapes & Colours

Sunset clouds blushed apricot
Striate in gills.
Black silhouetted skeleton lungs breathe against the turquoise
End of day.

Barely Freezing

Patterned ice
Untouchably delicate
Forms the pond's new skin.