Chiaroscuro

I will write to you

and it will be
black night white moon

unfathomably bright

a moon to
hold your breath by

sky punched through with light

beneath the stars
the vixen shadow

yew tree silhouette

quiet unfold of
owl-soft feathers

cat’s unweighted tread

let this be the backdrop -
poetry’s midnight space

a landscape
holding nothing less

than all we long to say.

(from Written down in pencil)