Sliding through arches
of elms sunshine
yellow and warm as honey.
Moss crawls over mudstone
while squirrels skip
around tree stumps
Imagine to be robin
in blue wind pushing
air through your wing.
After the long rain
pine trees bending
with cones.
Branches etch evening sky
turning razzle dazzle
purple red citron.
Leaves drop like butterflies
filling the floor of forest
with crunchy foliage.
See this snowy storm of
light quickly quietly
covering our moon tonight.
Long winters keep
greatcoats of frost
wrapped around our woods.
Groping through darkness
knocking everything down.
Down into enormous night
where thoughts unravel.
Memories moan past us as
shadows quiver across walls.
We lie pinned to bed sheets
like captive butterflies.
Dry butterflies...our throats
are brittle, eyes turning
from light. Sore arms reach
for anything soft to hold.
Remembering seasons gone by.
So many lost promises.
This huge moment surrounding us.
Wide awake we wait for the new day.
Counting minutes
We hurry through an
afternoon of thunderstorms.
Drizzle zig zag splashing
fast steps as winds
brush over hair.
Tracing footsteps
trance-like in yellow fog.
We have discovered
no solutions.
Going home across moist
blackness. This day finished.
Another piece of the puzzle gone.
Raindrops shimmer on branches....
alluvial petals, watery bouquets.
