Light but firm
was the kiss of snow the sky gave
the dotted tops of all the brown and green.
Perhaps light firmness is seen instead of felt,
for my lips cannot recall receiving such a one.
What has impressed
upon these rose petals?
Other things-Read More »
Enamored folks in
the breeze stay silent. This sun
warms but cannot burn.
From snow, some strong leaves
would not fall. For new buds though,
the strongest will leap.
If the sky is navy and the sun gives off
a lingering bumblebee glow-
If the snow dares to fall but is too shy to stay,
and you start to sense that you’re alone-
If the village is distant and you’re in the desert-
I see how you feel in my soul,
but what do you hear, and what do you cry?
What secrets do you know?
Clustered leaves form a nest for the cloud
as I lie below, the tree’s outstretched arms
strengthened and still, waiting for the sky’s crown
to up and flit away, as I sit upon the tree’s feet
like a second weight, fragile as a burden,
heavy as royalty.
Place me among the breast of the blue jay when it claps its wings,
that I too may turn concave,
blown back by its power’s rush,Read More »
It is with urgency that the crickets chirp in each other’s gaps.
The wind rushes through the reeds on repeat,
as a lapping wave. And the owls insist
on crying out their rhetoric. Would that I had doneRead More »
