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the busy moth
a night becomes
the color of the moon
a shade the same
as breath
within the cold
ashes drift
and I’m returning
to where I was before –
awake when no one knew
to ask the dream
. . .
where I was before ~
28 Sunday Aug 2022
Tag Archives: nature
across and back this everafter ~
15 Monday Aug 2022
Posted in Poetry
had i nothing
but one more ache –
another poem come of this
ashes swirl beyond the meadow
leaves returning
a golden bliss
silence fills
an almost whisper
breezes brush the tallest pines
remembered not
to indecision –
other worlds where stars align
bid me go
or let me linger –
will this earthly heart to slow
across and back
this everafter –
is home to every
love i’ve known
. . .
bloom ~
02 Tuesday Aug 2022
Posted in Poetry
of places
I’ve forgotten
the fragile ache of growth
summer tucked inside
my winter shirt
the way snowflakes glimmer
atop the tender bud
warmth that comes
to steal my breath
away
. . .
she leans
against the memory
was once her favored spring
a dress she wore
to rouse him –
from his sleep
beneath
the snow
. . .
songs I cannot hear ~
29 Friday Jul 2022
Tags
carry me sweetly, knowledge, life, love, nature, poetry, silence, spirit, truth, understanding, what I know
are there songs
the swallow knows –
as breath against my ear
the poetry of doves
who can hear
a string of lines
only pines
are made to understand
notes beneath
the silences I fear
story yet unwritten
leaves
of yesterday –
moments stretched
to fill eternity
a touch
falls unnoticed
as wings upon the sea –
to find I never told you
what I whispered
to the breeze
are there words
I’ve still to ponder –
trapped beneath my skin
truths to breach the night
lest I pretend
there is nothing left
to make a noise
no feelings I can hide
songs I cannot hear
above the tide
. . .
swarms ~
13 Wednesday Jul 2022
stay
as once you promised
when the snow was deeply come
another time when ash
was falling down –
when the wheat was dry
one summer
afternoon
mid July
swarms of honeybees
beyond the barn
stay
let me love you
for this eternity
were these words
the price for hearing
silently
I will listen
til memories
have taken all I am
and filled my empty heart
with destiny
. . .
tracing lives ~
12 Tuesday Jul 2022
all i want
of heaven
is the memory
of spring –
nights somewhere
we lay amid the stars
tracing lives
giving name
wherever flame
was found –
whispering our secrets
every promise
breathed
aloud
all i want
of evermore –
is a place to rest
my pen
fields of ancient flowers
fireflies
a story undecided
words no one has heard
moments we surrendered –
floating
far beyond
the night
. . .
uneven whispers ~
09 Saturday Jul 2022
Posted in Poetry
another day –
a current slower
than the years
have washed away
I used to wade
from here to heaven
seeking signs –
a cause to stay
for a lifetime
I was patient
pulling starlight
from my hair
came a night
you sought to dream
and found me there
a slower breath
uneven whispers
floating soft above
the foam
you were my
one consolation
when there was
nothing more
to know
. . .
remember me this way ~
03 Friday Jun 2022
when i have gone
and save for one remembered
a failing light
one fragile night
alignment just like this
fates resigned
roads erased
and not a map was made
would bring me back
the way
that you remember
me
this way
when evening slips
to twilight
there your laughter sleeps
cupped within the timbers
ancient evergreens
i will wait
the nightbird’s singing
until the morning dawns
when dew has fallen
quiet
to the place
where i have gone
. . .
like this ~
24 Tuesday May 2022
as the last
constellation
brushed into light
planets not yet given
to name
as weeds tangled over
barbs of our past
I want you
to love me
that way
as a three quarter moon
oceans obey
souls coming back
for a kiss
as the memory of sparrows
sailing to home –
I need you
to love me
like this
like a wild
tameless river
carving canyons
to the sea
with reckless abandon –
love me
. . .
the way the cedars sway ~
29 Friday Apr 2022
the deepest hurt
of all these hurts
come to make me poor
a servant to some other might have been
walked with you
a hundred miles –
i never thought to go
neglecting every
tearful sweet amen
the sweetest night
i can recall
was resting in your arms
listened as your heart
played songs
i knew
as every one
had written me
remember
can you hear
the way the drums are pounding
the way the cedars sway
listen
when i tell you
they will steal your breath
away
. . .
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