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April evening
Apr. 5th, 2017 07:35 pmIn the quiet
the sun has been down for some time.
There are infinities in shade of fresh,
expectant green.
the sun has been down for some time.
There are infinities in shade of fresh,
expectant green.
the heart sings
Apr. 21st, 2015 08:41 pmShe 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.
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.
Maying/Beltaine
Apr. 30th, 2014 10:59 pmSplashed 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.
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.
waltzing with shelties
Apr. 24th, 2014 10:02 pmI 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.
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.
spider morning
Apr. 18th, 2014 11:04 amThe 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.
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.
Still, that thing I'd call a soul is
a swift-moving shoal of tiny fish, darting---
spiraling joy around its liquid heart
a swift-moving shoal of tiny fish, darting---
spiraling joy around its liquid heart
