in April’s field standing
early this day
pre-dawn grey
a taste of earth landing/waking upon my tongue
yields unstrung
ah! my darling petrichor there you are!
midnight’s spell-messenger evermore
enchanted light
bewitching rain
as meadowlark’s song springs to flight
what sky will delight?
in April’s field standing
Not
too dark not too light
of eagle-winged serendipitous luck the color comes
Pegasus was a Palomino
born from sea & gorgon-snakes for flight
the ride of Bellerophon
Athena charmed ...
sweet spring grasses & strawberry ponds
wide open meadows & cattail wands
red rover red rover
when the cranes fly over ...
flight to fight to freedom to breath
fountain builder
thunderbolt shifter northern sky resider
at +90°-60°
Pegasus was a Palomino
bright -sunlight hits the trees on the east side at seven twelve in the morning
worry - don't fire the second arrow
dew - comes when temperatures drop and things cool
ice - a cool thing
tulips - April popsicles
coffee - nectar of the morning bright
The Moonijim
on falcon-feathered feet comes a'dancing
pink moon born
when storms brew fierce from thermal winds
she comes ...
to bid the prairie grasses to waken from winter's slumber
clover to golden rod
wild rose
bluestem
buffalo grass and wild rye
needle grass
blue flax and
poppy mallow
waken to a moon storm
waken to thunder
waken to Spring
where the day will break in
blue sky
forgiveness
it fills the space between constant whether sorrow or spirit bright
becoming painted with the light of the morning
or darkened by tempest turning
inward looking
random or not so
these bubbles dust the landscape of everywhere
driving in the between
like a train roaring
a thunder distantly heard against the tide of the ordinary
thoughts
spin out
or hold upon a task
a treasure
a tease
a terror
filling the space between this intimate dust mote travels the cosmos
to alight upon the faraway
the forever moment
the tender tendril of leaves outside a window
the fire of some sparked ember
burning
learning
leaning
into whatever world we create
whatever paradigm of shine
a river of consciousness streaming out
cascading between walls & worlds
from freedom or fear
taking on the
colors of
our birth
our death
our feathered aliveness untarnished tarnished
thoughts
thoughts to words to images to moments to light
an axis within
within
all darkness damning
dust motes of thoughts
to light
i stood on a porch with a red floor and turquoise ceiling
looking into walnut eyes bewitched
and chose you
from two
(you who were for her & the one remaining)
(not me)
(i don't need anyone)
my eyes were bewitched
my tongue enchanted somehow
never expecting
i chose you
you who would take my heart out day by day
piece by piece
& wear it as your own
you stood in rain as penance for anything less than perfection
yet you were perfection
never expecting you would take my heart out into the rain
where it would become golden open to
magic
i stood on a porch with a red floor and a turquoise ceiling
and you choose me