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!

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

on the vastness of being

up your gaze
to the vast blue sky
sweeping west to east
blue to blue
white to white
we become what we look at
blue to moonrise
white to vastness
we become
gaze rising
become

shimmer

10:02
suddenly
just like
that
the light changes
and here in mid-October
it is April
things are soft
the sky is soft
green growing things stretch
tremble
yearn
yielding to warmth & airplanes
somewhere to the east
a dog barks
a wren pings the vastness
soft
no blue in the sky
the sun soft against the clouds
layered white upon gray upon white
only clouds
AH! Look there! a small patch of blue opening ...
opening
a perfect azure
trembling
yearning
yielding to sun
to this day
suddenly a yellow leaf falls
breaking the April spell
it is October
again
10:10
the softness remains ...

Halloween '62

Mad men
and
Welshman
Cigarettes
vodka gimlets
confident and breezy as a quarter to three martini
pendalton skirt zipped tight
cinched
snug
stockings & heels decidedly bold
traveling back

       then

back even further

on the tactile drag of my hand across an old burlap costume
closing eyes
smiling
and
finally
caught in the fiery presence of their fate & mirth
roll the dice & gather in your hands their smokey sacredness
but how I struggle
to recall their voice
timbre
tone . .
the slight clipped northern accent
and
the even-mellowed sexiness
of her
what I would give to sit amid their simple conversation
their jokes, their laughter
closing my eyes, i reach & reach & reach but can not catch it
voices hold magic like smell :
to transport, to sooth, to churn the energy of missing
fuel connection & friendship,
to sink us into another time
and
then
brightly!
to place us fully into the now & the knowing
fully wanting a voice to call us home
at dawn

anemometer

i open windows to hear the wind
as i become sunshine on a red bicycle
at the corner of
west cooper and monarch
it is October
leaves are dipped in gold-russet-beet-red
tomorrow never comes
if i can just hear the wind ,,,,
it is always today
that day
untethered autumnal smoothness
love does that
allows the wind to place you home
we are golden
in the timeless dust of eternal days
measured
by mercury
and cool pressure
caught upon a red bicycle
on the
corner
of west cooper
and
monarch

harvest and the harrow

waning moon trails steps me to the proximity of you
black, gold, ivory fills my senses with presence & transport
expectation of haunting fragility solitary chilled Guinness excitement
sparkle & shine, sparkle & shine
up to the edge of the all that me oh my oh .....
rolling in craft & joyful song 

Suddenly

a strong sense of you catches me aware
"the way it will be"
worlds collide, words touch, walls tumble opening to the night
eyes close, rhythm, breathing deep arms surround me
The traveling ghost of you is firm behind me
we become
a gold rococo moment