of fear
I have no memory –
but for passions i reserved
and truth i know
(as e’er i know)
something i can’t say

the sweetest bliss
is moments here –
the weather suits my skin
tho cold was never threatened
by delight

flannel suits
and velvet dogs –
to chase my chills away
something clear
to numb my yesterdays

crooked boards
to lean the porch –
squeak beneath the rain
where vines are twisted tight
against my tune

mountain laurel
let me go
as breath to fill my sail –
stars align to windows
of my soul