she dreams of serengeti in the folds of her winter gown where kings and queens cross winds in fertile bliss parading in raffia robes and organic crown she nests in the blue of its iris as amber breath climbs the limbs of every tree, her eyes rest upon the naked scars of the acacia toContinue reading “winter gown”
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sanctum
gifts caressed from our swollen lips beneath this our found sanctum
nesting herons
So this summer thus far has found me in the midst of home repairs and remodeling which has kept me away from weekend journeys with my camera. Imagine my surprise and humbling luck when I discovered a heron nest in my own backyard! My best guess, based on what I’ve seen of them, is thatContinue reading “nesting herons”
afterglow
in the perfume of dawn i sprawl in naked wander in the wake of he for his touch sheds my worry as leaves floating from the fall tree his kiss returns the waterfall that bathes the season in me and i, in budding refrain, need but whisper please, please before you leave won’t you grazeContinue reading “afterglow”
waltz
the lord of her dawnin the throes of fire, claimsa waltz in the figments of a hundred shadesthat slip between them as invisible rain as the ash settles in silky psalm and drops to earth redrawnthey close their eyes to the thin placesand find their lost love song Driving home with my Mom, during thatContinue reading “waltz”
synthesis
we etched sonnets on the trees and drank midnight in the river every time we held hands this forest in me where we carved our initials and etched sonnets on the trees where we drank of midnight from the river gorged of our dreams ….how quiet you’ve become i trace our letters, i whisper aContinue reading “synthesis”
union
take my handfollow the narcissus pleato run wild in unkept foreststo stilled breath in gardensbeneath the trees take my handin the union of water and earthwhere lyrics that burn withinspeak to giants, and wander into your dreams
colors
deep in my earth your words survive there beneath the ageless, the night, the moon’s silken eyes deep in my earth your words quietly stroke a palace of blues, of grays, of an artist reborn as a lover awoke
bond: a haiku
obscure is the wolf knowledge bonds with the morrow in autumn’s echo
mist
as the mist of midnight’s steps cradles the morning caress, i awaken too, with a lust for you I captured this image in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Fairy Stone State Park. I giggled at first sight of the morning’s mist in its stream along the lake at the irony of theContinue reading “mist”