snowfallingontosnow this yin rising inside
snowfallingontosnow this yin rising inside
creek water blurbs
beneath ice –
Aquarius
whispering
secrets
there is no difference
between God
and gin
watching the sea
rise and fall
this light
not quite right
you have my eyes, of course –
mirrored sea
fog
over lessened
snow
pines
peeking
the red flash
of a cardinal's
tail –
penance
delayed
standing
in old woods
canopy
and rain
tapping
shoulders
on my tired
barn coat
your wink
making me a child
biting
white clover
barefoot in June
running
due east
open
but ashen
to the tilt
house-shadows
stay all day
and I ask
does love know
this death?
unopened
blooms and letters
summer's memory
vased
the way
the unopened bloom
alters winter
east keeper
pushing light
a bridge to cross
anchor and wave
I don't belong
to anyone, you see
numb
in complacency
adultery
an antidote
to death
at the level
of rivulets
a stone
before temple doors –
I hear
my own
echo
trees groan
like an old ship
and sunlight slants
through the lessening –
all day long I wait
trees begin
drawing strength
for winter –
survival of the fittest
or theft?
my rib cage aches
along the sides
embers burn and cool
in the low hanging night –
first fireflies
water
muttering
unto the horizon
a stammering journey
netted in concert
the story
of us
February floods –
a red-winged blackbird
so soon
a pine cone
in the old barn
jacket –
the inner guru
always ready
winter pines
in an ancient state –
we outgrow
our dreams
and in January
are free
snowmelt / staining the white pine / all the way / down
colobus monkeys crying
in bamboo stands
outside my window
every morning
I remember
thick woodsmoke
carrying sunrise
and the song of tea pickers
passing the day
bent
and I remember
the absolution of sins
bleeding from my knuckles
in the wash basin
of midmorning
boiled chai
and sukuma wiki
“to push the week”
and I remember
we always did