Friday, December 30, 2016

of light . . .










your watermark lies upon my thigh
parchment skin, burned edges dry
blue jay's call nestled on my tongue
damage wrung from
song of salt & stone
dreams of moonlight call me home

tattoo bands of evergreen
circle round the king & queen
days of tourmaline slip past
pearled fast--woven
hold to dormant rising tide
stories old--a thousand years to find

spin the bottle--throw the dart
by scent i knew your tattered heart
ancient magic cast the spell
amber dwells enchamtment--winds shift
lucky; the ones who fly
uncharted path in indigo skies


Wednesday, December 21, 2016

a walk in the woods on a winter morn

felted marshmallows lie upon my tongue thick
as a peregrine's wings
white-gold to blue to crimson shining
brambles of turkish delight weave about the
woodland
dangerous & tempting
as a cherry pie
come! come!
we require a rescuer
a savior
disguised as a bumblebee
with mighty horns of opalescent silver
come!
Oh, what tales we'll tell of this dark time
what bridges we will build to worlds awaiting
come!
upon my feet--
raven feathers cling to yesterday
hesitant
savoring the sweetness of memory
viscid
and
blue jay'd
(age does that)
(wisdom listens)
come!
lean upon my blackberry shoulders
rubus occidentalis
walk with me through
thicket & stone to taste
the salted sea
this coolness of a winter morning
come!
this drala path
this tender journey home ...
come!





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 the street
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

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

whisper song

Goldfinches sing against the sun
breath of light-yellow-pausing
the chatter of nuthatches
to this blue-jay-morning
trembling tenacious life
always brimming
singing
of this bright new day
of the shimmering-solstice-sun


Moon to last quarter square with the Sun


Thick quiet
stillness here . . .
reach
stretch
pause . . .
Snaps of cloud fall to earth
To an embrace of open arms
To color the night in lost and found
moon-glow & screech owl call
pause . .
hold
Yes, that's right . . . there.
Hold there
Breath of moon
Cut of snow

Monday, December 19, 2016

9:49 on a december morning















some days reflect white on white
white to brick-red briskness bites
as
clarity lingers upon the landscape of loss opalescent & pearled
knit-one-pearl-two
wind is still
snow shrinks to whisper pools of winter
softly it is childhood : folded in & dripping joy through holes pierced by an ache so large it fills the sky with blue blue rolled up & spilling upon land frozen & waiting ,,,,
knit-one-pearl-two
crispness becomes home becomes bone
as
a wren comes and sits upon this folded day
blue-blue rolled up & spilling ...


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