it doesn't work like that ~
wanting seeds longing
and takes you away from the shade afforded those who breathe in the three o'clock dust-atoms of autumn wisteria
blue jay calls to winter's snow to come easy, come gentle
kneeling at the alter of crisp borealis nights
skin stretched over bones replete with enough of you
surging to lie sure & solitary to the sun
no tempest worth the price of unknowing
no flared ego rising into storied tales of hops & ash
be still & listen
the blue jay calls for you by name . . .
winter
wanting seeds longing
and takes you away from the shade afforded those who breathe in the three o'clock dust-atoms of autumn wisteria
blue jay calls to winter's snow to come easy, come gentle
kneeling at the alter of crisp borealis nights
skin stretched over bones replete with enough of you
surging to lie sure & solitary to the sun
no tempest worth the price of unknowing
no flared ego rising into storied tales of hops & ash
be still & listen
the blue jay calls for you by name . . .
winter
