summer_jackel: (Zhava Running)
In the quiet
the sun has been down for some time.
There are infinities in shade of fresh,
expectant green.

Coba

Apr. 11th, 2016 04:33 pm
summer_jackel: (Zhava Running)
little blue forget-me-not
busy little paws
pink little mouth
all soft fur, sharp eyes
and sincerity
summer_jackel: (Zhava Running)
She is jasmine
revealing that sly beauty in every breath of night; she is
wild strawberries working their sweet tendrils into
the darkness under trees. She is
the anticipation of blackberries.
summer_jackel: (Zhava Running)
Splashed with mud and river grass, our hearts
still clawed with memories of winter---
trail-hardened, who have tasted blood, exhausted:
We too finally cast down our scars unto the soil
surrender again unto oak leaves soft with newness
give again our hearts unto the May.

simplicity

Apr. 29th, 2014 10:23 pm
summer_jackel: (Zhava Running)
One moment is
a pair of mallards ambling
across new grass; another is
one merganser moving
directly over water.
summer_jackel: (Zhava Running)
I am waltzing; the little sheepdog
wants my company, whirls with
excited, hard blue eyes. We spin, moving
away and towards each other. He restrains
the urge to touch me with his teeth and paws.

It seems strange to be waltzing with a dog,
until another perspective is mentioned---
I step poised in the arms of an imaginary partner while
he dreams of the power to direct my movement;
and that's tension; that's connection. We dance.

coba

Apr. 21st, 2014 11:17 pm
summer_jackel: (Zhava Running)
Little dog watching;
earnest, patient
little blue dog
reflecting.
summer_jackel: (Zhava Running)
The oaks are tender again
the air singing as brightly
and my heart still rises
into the sighing green.
summer_jackel: (Zhava Running)
The morning sunlight caught
the edge of a trap-door spider's burrow,
a deep, bold circle proudly silvered
with fresh webbing.

The light was such that I
could look down far enough to see
her long brown feet drawing quickly deeper;
Good morning, spider.

fragment

Apr. 18th, 2014 12:01 am
summer_jackel: (Zhava Running)
Still, that thing I'd call a soul is
a swift-moving shoal of tiny fish, darting---
spiraling joy around its liquid heart

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