Friday, January 5, 2018

nine to twelve to fifteen



filled you leave me
thrashing in my own skin against my felted nest
cornflower crinoline 
is this 
the pastel ribboned morning 
east to west beyond the maples & oaks 
chill snap chill snap 
quiet neighborhood hold fast to this winter sun 
this tempered land 
hold fast 

Friday, December 29, 2017

little hours

pots & pans hang upon a pipe of copper
there against
a
window that writes poetry
every day
at quarter to eleven
cardinals, wrens & blue jays
memorize the words to recite
in frosty hushed whispers to the moon
while frost builds in direct proportion to the time it takes
to wake

knit one pearl two
licorice tea & pomegranates

daylight comes on sugar-snap cold
snowing but not snowing
silver fogged--still in this
lace-wing landscape
hour's blueprint remains the same
remains the same
knit one pearl two
from pause to task to pause to task
licorice tea & pomegranates
routine belies the jubilation found in every step
every every breath
each golden fractal outlined in
frost
and winter's tale
held there against a window that writes poetry
every day
at a quarter to eleven

a blue jay flies from my mouth
wings singed by
wonder
and
becoming




Wednesday, December 27, 2017

The shape of a snowflake is determined primarily by the temperature and humidity at which it is formed

six-fold radial symmetry
radical decision
to fall
to cohere
or
stand alone/pouting--resolute
falling
tempered droplets at -13°
welcome to planet earth
this grand golden prairie awaits your drift
your crystal blessing
rivers & wetlands tremble
winds whip what gold remains
ground to gravity gained
gold to silver to more silver
falling
frozen nucleus calling to some
primordial splendor
winter's alchemy
falling
falling
here
catch it upon your tongue
and taste time
captured
in bright
petaled perfection

here


time complexities of recursive snow algorithms

branched lace-wing longing
replete with the vessel'd trinkets of december
wind whips leaves to golden everest piles tucked along
fence lines

imaginary lines

bordered by ice ice baby

tasting of salted-caramel-waking-dreams
walking down streets
gathering wool & wonder

walking

wind again

from somewhere a song comes--hardly discernible
over the expectation

wind again

bracing shards
press the chill to bone & breath
northerly wind

again

knows no whispers
carries no regret
means no harm

how sharp the spill the archer's cut
pierced
walking

lace-wing-longing

through the woods of you

lost i have always been
sweet cherry basket left upon the forest floor
abandoned to the solitary
tempting to creatures wild & determined
why have i waited here for so long
for you to bite?
what is the pull?
the intrinsic desire to be gobbled whole

come to me thru your brambles and thorns
come to me with edges raw & blackened

your dark fits felted within my light
gray we become

i grow weary & cold with no skin
about these silver bones
lost
found
sweet cherry winter waiting 

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

solstice

some days the brush stroke is wide
the paint layers upon the canvas fiercely
thick
bold
decisive
my grip sure
the paint blue
heaven becomes earth becomes heaven
another stroke
brings
the smokey haze of forgiveness
thicker
bolder
ridges reveal fearlessness
the space between
reveals
the sun

winter becomes heaven becomes earth
grip loosens
to the crispness of
becoming blue





Tuesday, December 19, 2017

a piece of sky












Oh December your bite & sting!
landing upon skin diamond-white from late afternoon clouds
scarlet-berry-blush flaring
to the snap & blast of crystals falling

cold
it is cold

wind strips the corners of tethered ponies & silver possibility
linen becomes the sky becomes surfaces left exposed to elements harsh & unforgiving
fold inside & fold & fold & fold again to discover . . .
what?

candy-sparkly-peace

become
forgive

capable wholeness / fragility tendered to the ice
peace on earth
bliss to beasts
warmth of heart
to all