Saturday, October 24, 2009

Between Gasps

In the grandness of edits I live
in gaps and shadows; between
footsteps I walk to feel land’s beat.
To find a place in this air, I breathe in
taste wild cherries, autumn apples, dance
drunk as a bird lost in the sweetness of ferment.

At night I lose count of my sins
in the blackness between stars; my dreams
scale fortresses to find me. I burrow for them
overturn every stone, grapple suns until my
hands are burnt, follow them down into
silvery gasps between gills of a grounded fish.

Sometimes, I hear stories in the silence
just before wind moves through the leaves,
and my heart trembles like a paper lantern
strung between the trees. The bones of a fish
rattle on the shore below as high in the hills
a sound of chimes can only be heard as longing.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Over The Brim

Birds devour summer's last
insects, too sluggish -
escape not an option.
Overnight, a green world
turns white, chimney's offering
up smoke like peace pipes
to an indifferent sky that only
yesterday tipped its hat to
tomorrow; brimmed with blue.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Snow

winter has arrived
from the top of the blue spruce
junco's toss pine cones

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Parallels

If only stars were not
formed of ice and storms
centuries captured stare
through lifeless eyes of night -

But born of soft wishes
uttered from mouths
unclasping dreams
like open velvet lockets -

If only stars were closer
casting into open hands
ascending as they descend
rising as they fall