mosaic around irises,
glowing between eyelashes
green, gold, yellow, and brown,
like fresh leaves on autumn ground
each glance I give:
my heart’s footprints
Tag: Nature
At times, telling the truth requires
At times, telling the truth requires
saying contradictory statements
until you are understood.Read More »
Kings Alight
Place me among the breast of the blue jay when it claps its wings,
that I too may turn concave,
blown back by its power’s rush,Read More »
The Loudness of the Night
It is with urgency that the crickets chirp in each other’s gaps.
The wind rushes through the reeds on repeat,
as a lapping wave. And the owls insist
on crying out their rhetoric. Would that I had doneRead More »
Grandpa, On Nature
Seen in the twilight,
the robin,
bouncing like quarter notes,
is blue as the walls in a boyhood bedroom,
and the ashen,
pewter, marbled squirrel,
arcing
as whole notes,
is blue as the moon’s backlit clouds,
their waves-
wisps reflecting
the midnight sky.
Darlin’
I only consider you deep in the winter,
summer, spring, and fall.Read More »
Her scent entices (Previously Published in The Lanthorn)
Her scent entices
I’d risk chill for first tender
fragrant breeze of March
Kyrie
Is this what you expected?
Probably.
If childhood is war, what is life past the cusp of innocence?Read More »
branches bare but for withered leaves
branches bare but for withered leaves
almost like a skeleton
black against the periwinkle sky
reach for wings gone
branches bare but for withered leaves
almost like a lotus cluster
black against the periwinkle sky
reach for wings to come
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