wind hurries the blossoms along -
I remain to tend and
tend to remain
wind hurries the blossoms along -
I remain to tend and
tend to remain
a thousand different leaves whispering this everyday way
eddies of stars
and a rill of sighs -
a thin offering of contrition
unmanaged elegance
grey-blue-grey --
the water and heron
reflecting desire
at bay
waking to June
and rain -
a drizzled mortality asking
for whom I live
the river
refrains
the way dawn drips
from softening pine needles -
at 5 a.m.
blue-green joy
has a name
the om of bees -
springtime shakes the beauty
of resistance
sitting
with a red
rake -
collecting
the grammar
of me
red bird at my feet
and an unanswered call -
a one-word song
burying winter's bird
behind the shed -
I empty my hands of love
sea-shaped envelope -
I put myself away
solitary
in many fields
I hold the hem
of wild knowing
folding corner
to corner
for Beloved's sake
resting
at the confluence
of love and nothingness -
how beautiful
the space
in you
under dawn's thin climb
I ache in the white-sleeved arms
of pines and prisms
my elegy plays
through wintered glass
please return
a distillery
of light
and handwritten
thoughts
you already
knew -
Sunday
deep night -
what choice is there?
I face the moon
and smile
always this
butternut moon
and low light along the way -
the backroads mean more
tossing pebbles
across honeycomb ice -
I am
no thing
and it begins
to sink in
a little moonlight
on the pew -
I sit long enough
to know the destiny
of blue
moving houseplants
into migrant light -
you know . . .
the world would be saved
if we could just feed each other