as you spoke to me ~

01 Wednesday Oct 2014

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where
and I was once
the spring
blooming in your arms
golden as the birth
of love divine
carried by the whippoorwill
sheltered by the pine
where I was found
within the place
of dreams
a winter grace
of tenderness
loved as one December
silent
as you spoke to me
of spring

. . .

my undoing ~

25 Thursday Sep 2014

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remembered not
the taste of tears –
the sting of mortal sorrows
tis all I know of joy
to sit the same
as ache beside a glowing hearth
as death upon my bed
a moment here eternal
as when you said
my name

. . .

rings ~

16 Tuesday Sep 2014

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in the vast
unknowing
of all I am yet
an albino lark makes
her nest
in the arms of a cedar
ten thousand rings deep
with a view
of the night –
a candle so bright
would burn up the shadows
as backward to day
is held to her song
as the dark falls away –
rocked into dreams
by the still

. . .

all I hold dear ~

12 Friday Sep 2014

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as passion
confessed
by luna to flame
a faithful old owl
to the moon
where crickets are crowded –
as branches to breeze
remembered
as snowflakes
in June

there’s a spot
at the softest curve of the night
the color of eyes
as depths to the sea
a place in the meadow
where secrets
are kept –
where stars make love
to the trees

there’s a swelling
decided
by all I hold dear
– breath holding softly
my own
a place in the universe
as music unheard
by words not yet spoken
I’m known

. . .

love falling ’round ~

05 Friday Sep 2014

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slow knows the way
at the edge of the orchard
where ruby and emerald
spread o’er the ground
turn when you sense
the river is speaking
your name
like a whisper
of love falling ‘round

just a bit further –
as branches are bent
by the pleasures of sunlight
folded to grace
spun into feathers
by tiny brown beaks
– weaved into shadows
of wishes
and lace

drive
til there’s nothing
but maple and pine
sweetgum and cedar
fluttering leaves
sing with the sparrow
of paradise found –
warm through the window
reminders to breathe

. . .

deeper than grief ~

03 Wednesday Sep 2014

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there are places
untouched
by the passing of time
sorrows much deeper
than grief
a wanting for wisdom
would alter our fate
and take us to home
on wings of belief

to a life
beyond living
unremembered to sin
held as a breath
still blossoming there
shaded by seasons
restored us
from death
as memories held
to the heart
unaware

of colors
remaining
as dust off the fields
the taste of a name
on our tongue
is proof of another –
(sometimes to recall)
blooms on the path
from a dream
we become

. . .

but for another time ~

21 Thursday Aug 2014

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he said
but for another time –
might I leave this world tonight
journey into dreams
and not look back
so certain
you would follow
in the traces left behind
picking up the pieces
I forgot
to let you know

she said
I thought I saw you
on the road just yesterday
standing in the shadows
with sunlight
in your eyes
cheated by the distance –
were those violets in your hand
I turned around
and all I found
were seeds

he said
the truth comes easy
but for times
I turned away
forsaking you the days
(for nights)
between
would that I had known you
before my story set
when all I had to give
was everything

she said
I’ll find my way again
down along the creek
of lessons –
still I wonder about you
someone said
of nothing lost –
a moment without breath

I believe as then
heaven holds
the breeze

. . .

falling in ~

14 Thursday Aug 2014

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were there reasons
not to notice
the way the cedars swayed
remembering
the twilight waltz
of moon

to resurrect
emotions –
when thought our time
was passed
were falling in
of falling out
goodbye

far more
than just a need
confessed
of strings no longer played

but once upon
a Tuesday night
when someone held my hand
how warm
my recollection
of fingers weaved
with mine

as silence
gave permission
to open wide my heart –
a moment
not for waiting
was the same as breath
become

. . .

as saturdays to june ~

12 Tuesday Aug 2014

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Saturday was a teaching day, and heat was already rising off the sweaty grass. But as I made my way from the car, my ears were pricked by the sound of wings. Odd that it hadn’t occurred to me, but until that moment, and yet I’m fairly certain I hadn’t seen a June bug all summer. But on the lawn, they were swarming. I noticed a female student running from them, and I laughed. I reminded her that they wouldn’t sting, and at least they weren’t cicadas. [I recall an evening drive with my window down when two got into my car, and I thought several times of abandoning it on the roadside]. Further along, a couple of guys were fumbling, trying to tie one to a length of thread. Though tempted to scold, I suspected the string would give out before the bug.

The song permeated the river of humidity, and it was a good day.

Saturday
and june bugs
made their plans
a lazy drive
as heat to wear
in sleeves of golden grain
above the last reminder
of a season
nearly done –
when brothers
dug their heels into the mud
and dared another
life to dream
of will and circumstance
a leaving split apart
by destinies
the choosing
was for nothing
but the choice to understand –
the cost
betrayed by living
as Saturday
to june