Cloaked

Cloaked

As the rain, so to the leaves,

Falling their way to the ground.

A sharp cutting breeze blows today.

I sense you more with each passing day.

I loathe your return with an ache in my bones.

You lurk beyond waters recently abandoned.

Just out of view.

Clouds on the horizon are your cloak dragging ragged.

Long, cold, and lifeless,

My soul will shiver in captivity yearning for re-germination.

 “Please leave in haste without thought of revenge.”

Copyright Nathan McLeod 2015

Flutter

I remember Cannon in D,
Your blond locks shimmering in the lights.
Breathless, my eyes filled with tears,
My chest heavy as if it would never again fill.
Sweaty palms locked together, the law two seats away.
Young fluttering hearts,
I grasp tightly to every second, each slipping like the previous, voiceless past my fathers tie,
A crystal clear illusion framed by youth,
In these moments we imagined futures never to be.
Worlds of make believe untouched by reality.
copyright NathanMcleod 2015

lesson for a cat

Lesson for a cat

A damp drizzle hangs all around,

Winds swirl, leaves scurry across my yard.

Drops fall from my eve patting the ground as they hit,

The bare trees sway in the distance,

Against sorrowful grey skies.

My cat meows.

“It’s cold and wet out there, stay here, my lap is warm.”

She paces, trying to ignore my plea,

I submit, sliding back the door.

Hesitantly, she shakes her paw and steps into the mist,

A drip from above lands on her fur and she reconsiders,

Returning to the din of furnace air rushing through vents.

“I told you.”

We sulk together on the sofa.

Copyright Nathan McLeod 2015

hydro shot

close up eye reflecting the world away,
wet hands gripping slippery skins,
wide panicked gazes.
mid air with flightless wings,
splashed droplets captured, gravity's grip apparent.
fuzzy green and blue backdrops held still in the moment, whisper a siren's song
"come back to me"
an arch and a twist of a hydrodynamic silhouette, prepared for reentry.
"sploosh" the reply.

Copyright:NathanMcLeod 2015

its on

a steady ticktock in my mind marks the tempo.
my body rocking ever so slightly to the rhythm.
weightless to weighted and back again.
shhhhhhhhhhuck it rushes to a stop through guides glinting in the fading sunlight.
unrolled perfection soft upon the surface.
a deep shluurp marked by ringlets of silver.
strip.
a tightness,
a familiar growing vibration,
a shake,
a smile.

Copyright: NathanMcLeod 2015