snow moon

damsel dressed in fibers of vetiver

opalescent diode foliage-green shining
performs in solitude
against
the bark of nevermore

hold fast against my sternum 

your hand warms tender the fragility of

this unexpected illumination  

Keep it there ...

shelter the sorrow along with the falling
spark the weary lost bones 

shatter the ampule open 

smell our verdant delight
of this passage 

rest your hand there
always.

It is home 

come

it may
not
seem like it

but i'm with him

be fooled by appearances
be blind to truth
tempted by
my strength to think i am other than
what you know

but i'm with him

ice melts
the river runs
cranes they come
flannel against skin
becomes more than i can bare
hold fast

always believed life would
bloom
buckets of fullness
richness unfurled
particles of brilliance
even in separation
even in darkness

i'm with him

waiting for the next hurrah!!
waiting for crocus to burst
content in the chaos
blessed by magic

i'm with him

gray is the color of .....

fog thickens as the hour deepens to day
sun cloaked in gray
birds silent in their feathered slumber
do birds sleep?
felled to dreams of seed & sky--where summer is long & rich
do birds wish upon waking?
for vast blue sky & love
of flight & fearlessness
fog thickens
birds wait for sun
i wait for cedar wax wings & the teapot to sing
dreaming of birds
and
flight

inepta caeruluem caru volta

how was the world before our skin met?

was there glimmer? butterscotch .... the linger of mint? 

did licorice pour from your veins to flannel pockets of mirth?

did icicles recite tales of the battle of Dunkirk?

did energy collide to form thundersnow?

did children laugh as they swung high to low? 

however that works

wherever you go 

the place where you are is home for my soul 

whatever it means 

across fields of time

the place where you are is home for my kind 

so somewhere in Cali 

beneath a sun with tongues of blue 

I know you love me 

and
my truth
is you 

deterministic causality

lucid
skirted crinoline of days ...
scarlet teeming
teeter-totter brimming
no one thing more vital than another
dressed temperance of a mythic storyline
telling of waking fields & water
reaching
yearning
being
light … 

dew-anthem-to-a-nebraska-morning

when the day opens slow and gray
put Stapleton on for his groove
body creaks with the weight of morning
coffee cools somewhere hidden from view
it gets easy to think of you

the furrows of time on your skin
the intentional sway of your gait
the luxury of the place your body occupies
hard sweet subtleness of every sinew
it gets easy to think of you

thoughts of you rescue me
your love soothes the ordinary
strong strawberry line thrown across the miles
looking out the window to the vast wide-open sky blue
easy
to
think
of
you  . . .

red

light cast
whispered thread of ordination
sublime red cardinal morning
doubt flickers in its gasping rise and fall
rise and fall
into arms capable of holding all
the
rumbled beautiful feathers of my furrow welt
rise and fall
rise and fall
the felted fit -- luminous in moon's wake
know our trail
by
the stars above
and
the turning of word and weather
rise and fall