snowdrops

pushing through frozen ground…

if I had the strength

to speak my heart

with the grace of moonlight

~

endlessly

we will speak of butterflies

and hurricanes

until we touch

the other side of sunrise

~

reading Kerouac

in a crowded English bar

my reflection

in this truck-stop night

and jack pines in the moon

~

hollering

into the night

the geese return–

all along, my dreams

were patterning darker skies

~

this loneliness

the invisible thread

that binds all things

the rain-songs of birds

the birdsong of rain

~

the undertow

of a gull’s lonely cry

the prow of this moment

turning

in a wild sea of sky

~

move along now

there’s nothing to see here —

your voice

to the hundred emotions

crowding round my heart

~

intertwined

on this path

of broken stones

the wild rose,

its scent and shadow

~

new moon

in chinagraph

on a glass sky…

from the first tentative kiss

this love, as it was written

~

turning a page

in her sketchbook

new buds pencilled in…

the tentative plans

of spring

~

light

on the water

of this new day…

how the birdsong

glistens

~

curled

in the warm lap

of homecoming

the cat finds her human’s heart

just one letter short of hearth

~

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