Tuesday, January 31, 2023

how a winter sky takes you up







a winter sky takes you up 

beyond your bones & weight 

to ride upon the timeless wings of cranes 

and other feathered things 

as snow slumbers the earth towards 

unchained spring 

I am weightless 

unbounded 

wrapped in a cold that cuts 

and smells of striving & light 


marvel 

      in the quiet of streets 

and quiet forgiveness 


march wind


walls flat-line to ivory sails
winter's ghost trailing
love stories defined in black sharpie
against the azure day
shifting
shifting 
dimensions blending into ripe copper moments
shifting
a single desire to feel your skin against my back
breaking the fall
into
the turning 
the
opening
of
spring
the north wind shifts suddenly to the left of you
at 30 mph
and
I
smell
the river
and all those copperline moments
sparked
&
full
distinctly riding upon the backs of sandhill cranes 

skin to feathers
wind to home 

Friday, January 27, 2023

a certain weight can be lifted


 i am this day 

this day breaking blue sky dotted by carnation pink 

snow below 

cold 

wind soon bracing to greet feathered things alighting here 

and there 

searching for a miniature moment of hope 

i am this day 

where shadows have retreated to earth & memory 

do our dreams hold the past or the promise? 

do our days light with grace or sorrow? 

all is here in the first light 

all is there in the delighted chittering of a sparrow 

be this day 


Tuesday, January 24, 2023

these hollow hours of winter


these days on the other side of december 

the other side of snowfall 

sometimes feel so hollow 

as if 

i'm existing inside some snow globe 

insulated

isolated 

awaiting a change 

a different color to bloom against the cool blue-white of winter days 

suddenly a goldfinch lands upon the fence 

startlingly misplaced 

and I am am golden-filled 

Thursday, January 19, 2023

birth














Baby Boom Daughter of a Movie Queen and a Medicine Show

juggling moons and carnival masks
between blue waters & river banks 

tonight
forecast
rain, sleet and snow comes on
heavy & thick as a black walnut's thigh
turning this lament into a great horn's cry
construct the tent
unbox the lore  
the sharp dagger pierce
of a cut to the core
bruises blue hollows wounds abyss 

each intake of breath
every mistake and regret

to abide with the pain
to recall times threat 

yet there...there!

move that picture of dragons & orbs
yes
there!

move it

to reflect even more upon the veil
secrets accomplished 
life's hidden tale
memory stolen by whimseys call 
silver-blue-golden 
enchantment beholden 

time means nothing once snow falls


Thursday, January 12, 2023

epitaph










scrape away the black ink
those particles of bits & pixels from the white white white
scrape them into the mason jar kept in your pocket
for
summer's fireflies & lunar moths
tumbled brilliance secreted for the corner-times
these grey days of winter long
scrape
and
hold the lid down tight as you press it to the fire-line
(skin allows such porous knowing)
lean against the trail of snow along the willow bark
lean & fill
with the enormity of the domed misty gray
capture this biting chill--this clutched sting
shake the jar
and
delight
in the ordinary comfort
of
chaos & contrast

cartology


skin
carries the geography of significance, love & nature
to compare, define & ascend
how to you erase the trail of a touch 
the cut of the movement of realization
the tracks of the spark & the knowing
... a path, a mark, a line, a pull--a scar
how is it that the grey, snow & bite of winter make it deeper
still & dry
there is an ache for the melt & a return of warm winds
to round the edges, shift the foundation
draw the map
trace the contours of connection with a sharp pencil of redwood
shade with pearl
color the valleys in myrtle & emerald
consider the water & outline it's phenomenology in blue
leave space
acknowledge the groove