Wednesday, November 30, 2016


When resistance lies vanquished
once surrender unfolds like a lark upon your palm
groundlessness rises
as tempest
as leaves caught in the north wind
swirling clockwise to
morning's first light

Winter sits watching for the vulnerable
stinging with breath silver-blue
it felt so hollow
the allowing
the lack of concern
swirling clockwise to
afternoon's light

Love stands alone
needing naught but truth
rock steady against the stars
grounded in cloud formations
and constellations
dance to the wind & weather
dance to the sharpness of known things
swirling clockwise in
the waxing moon's night

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