The year's last words

dawn
the crown of earth 

embedded
in the hope filled light
all the songs
birds have ever sung
All in us


..

                                                            "Dancing Lizards"

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Easily and slowly

The wind is placed as a new
resident and the cold gold leaves
rest on each other
December through glass

As the doors open
angel's hands  are buried
in deep sweets and dark secrets
I could hide here and wait forever


...

Leaning out the window to now

In you appears a window
so now I open it
remembering
rainbows live a brief
but colorful life
then become air

.

The line breaks

But after all the meaning and names 
somethings still remain unknown
and hit hard as the end of space
and my heart unfolds as the letters softly cry

the wake, thirst and sleep
of crude shadows
swaying against the moon's round voice

flashed by lightning
like an axe through the sky
a privilege, a known

a brief damp rain that
struck leaves unready to fall







..

As we stare

the silence swirls
like pigeons half flocked
together in the narrows
of our mouths

and the darkness of our breath
washes over what is
over what we don't see

as the past gathers
and breathing like water
we chew the stones into clouds


,

December Takeover

The birds returned with evening
letters telling stories of the trees
seed wings falling under
a deepening blue hush

Meadow brushed mirrors of
eternity sewn into a fine fabric
Of quick summer urges oxidized into
cool faced hills with their shadows
clinging to possibility



.

At a thousand and two Feet

The Sky Speaks life into my heart
its flesh
a smooth place in the imagination

As the world rattles
with chaotic spring harmonies
like thunder
quieted and encased in glass


..
.

Absolutely

She moves
the way
clouds drift in the sky
singing a lullaby to my heart
with cool overlapping shadows
  
and doubts as I walk
the circle to its end
as the clock chuckles at
the storms gently tugging
on my soul
yet still attached to me
that voice beyond all control

The way
the way our fingers  s t r e t c h e d  out
hold with the ground


.

.

November is half over and

They say
the grass grows
thick where a heart lands
where a soul spreads out into
deep fields that run up mountainsides

but in truth
all elevation
falls flat and still
next to you my secret
Ocean beneath
eternal Spring

Your waves pass deep and
wide
A morning's meditation 
a sleepy moon holding
weightless
as God

.

.

To the earth

The days of rain
are a gift of life
as noon breathes slowly
and blue wind glides
at the top of the sky

Tired blue butterfly wings
slowly twirling at the front of light
Nobody can see under her feet
the history of being a bird



.

Winds tumble in morning's forward climb

 .

and although I loved the tears I’ve wept
and the dreams that sat at my fingertips
like air into this breathing heart
or music that glowed the skin around
my eyes

In beats and wrinkled cuts
I reach for you still
To your hands within the
deeply rooted shadows
emptying now as I open
and the corners softly close


..

Stay again

A bird blossoms spring
like a child inspiring a poem 
and now the fields are clothed in dreams

Reborn to the
season of a new moment
as a sweet misty elegance of light
again warms the Earth

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