unfolding

sun beguiles
bark of maple warms the hand as
it lingers
blue ombré sky painted last night by wild geese
as they flew at a 45 degree angle to mercury
fields pale golden gleaning in light from a thousands moons
hours strike
dogs bite
trains whistle in the night
we pause
we breathe
holding to our precious sorrows while
chanting primrose spells to alchemize pain to joy
all the while we hold the stone that turns dust to dust
and tastes of home
scars tighten
bones lighten
the journey spiked and forgotten
taunt with the weight of days
but
burn we must
to breathe
to  know
to always trust the
sun's shadow

tapping the amber

resin lies waiting
maple-dark-amber
pooled against the forest floor
nevermore
if i indulge the curiosity
the residue sticks in my dreams
and
rests against my spine when woke
stirring thrumming drumming
incessant yearn to feel something true
so
i will stand with back against bark
smelling the coming snow
waiting

for ...
something 

thankfulness

Hollowness is only hollowness when viewed from within the hollow
When beside it, it shimmers with a ripeness found only in
peaches
and
the sun
most often found in shades of blue & green
though gold sometimes hides deep in its pockets
lay your ear against its tautness

listen

do you hear the ocean? the pulling note from a cello?
snow falling into the tree tops?

maybe the soundtrack from Goldfinger
or your life
lay your hand upon the hollow and snap down a beat
a ring of rhythm surprises
holding a tone & a thread of story

hollowness holds everything when one stands from without

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we phoenix a million times
rising rising to face the blue
a blue unnamed by those that name
winds tempered by structures both
real & imagined
matters not this rising
matters not this wind
matters not this obstacle

only the blue