Wednesday, February 7, 2018

February; sun to blue to snowfields

juxtaposition becomes the crown
dissonant memory follows the jeweled path
round and round
of orbit tuning to the dissent echoes
trees and stars
inlaid there
grooves and valleys
groves and lilies
cool to the touch
we become rivers of beckoning
swift the current reckoning
heavy the weight--the mantle of the misbegotten
diminished 7th to the night
hand to heart
nobility aside dreaming
we float
round
round
loosened
free of gold

gleaming