holding the dream

 

~

this nuthatch pair

to and from the hole

in the willow…

the invisible thread

that holds a dream

~

paper scrolls

wrapped around the heartwood

somewhere

in pine-scented shade

my tree of songs for you

~

one year on…

resting the brush

on the inkstone

(for Japan)

~

moorland sun

on the wooden bench

sit thissen down

~

Between the Folds

Claire Everett & Autumn N. Hall
~
too tired
even for pillow talk…
a bee
enters my dream
burrows deep in a foxglove
~
the muffled buzz
of your snore nudging me
from reverie…
reshaping my back to
your curve’s caress
~
gone our separate ways
we turn together, folding
the night edge to edge. . .
the moon looks in, smooths quilt
and brow, stays a while
~
just enough light
to read by…I open
the book of our lives,
seeking us as we once were
in its dog-eared pages
~
you said I am
the only poem you’ve
ever learned by heart…
another dawn, my cheek finds
the warmth left in your pillow
~

All poems appeared in Blithe Spirit ~ Journal of the British Haiku Society, Volume  22, number 2, May 2012.

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. awoodlandrose
    Jun 22, 2012 @ 23:45:35

    Clare – you help me to fall in love with words over and over. 🙂 Andrea

    Reply

  2. amywfrazierbx
    Oct 09, 2012 @ 05:22:49

    Reblogged this on Amy Frazier Weblog.

    Reply

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