Deliciousness

Through the open window I watch,

as a starless sky drapes dusk

behind silhouetted treetops.

Epiphany at the Five Star Diner

She was hungry. That's what it came down to. Primal instincts and a growling belly. Her routine had been disturbed and now she needed dinner, which is why she was at the Five Star Diner at 6:45 pm on a Tuesday evening. This is what she told herself.

surrender to the current

summer-blossom musings,

blown by a gentle wind,

are transformed to

crimson gold ambiguity,

Devil's Kitchen

With a cold heart

fed by silver veins

and a great sigh

of mist swirling grey,