I’ve been away…

I’ve been away

but not really…

Like the sound of

a guitar years after

it’s been played,

embedded in the

grains of it’s body.

Maybe like the house

that is never a home,

a garden that is

never planted,

But yet here we are

in the midst of spring again…

growing from the death

of winter…

I’ve been away

but not really

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A Silent Orchard

Roam
you may
but here
we stand
~
Life
will bloom
in fragrant
flowers
~
Resting
silently
beneath
the snow

20140130-190240.jpgToday, reminding me, without winter no spring. A body with seasons of change

Winter Wine

The first trace
of snow,
falls like stars
silently in the night,
and onto my bed,
like an old soft
memory of love.
~
The coolness
touches my skin,
and my lips
turn rosy like wine,
your body, melting
into my warmth.
~
With weightless words,
my breath
pushes them forward,
as yours gently
pulls them back…
~
Back to this soft
memory of love,
where we glisten
like stars sharing wine,
in the first traces of snow.