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


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.


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


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

    Reblogged this on Amy Frazier Weblog.


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