see me here
a golden shard
of sun
a purple flame
an iris
spent with dew
wears no shame

in the ribbon
where forever
leans soft
into the light –
crickets sigh
as winter pines
bow down

see me
in the evening
when every life
is stilled
a slash of feathers
carving –
a presence
none can fill

see me a savior
a whisper
from the fall –
saved for love
as smoke to cloud
breath
as none
at all

. . .