This is just a poem, with some
paper, a pen, some light, and the little
flies that keep falling from the heat,
down to where I write.
Bon Iver is playing, talking about ‘more
love’, and the rain is tapping in the
dark, on the skylight above.
The tea is getting cold, it’s yellow but
it’s green, and as the leaves are
changing, I wonder how old i’ve been.
Spent the day with haikus, and a little
girl that loves to paint; a horse in pink
stars, with lines drawn so faint.
It reminded me of Black Beauty; a poem from last spring, the year of the
horse, the apples, the wine, the
dreams… and now, when the birds last
In the stillness, how long do we have
to sit, to see that everything moves
even I, moving with it?
Green tea and haikus;
the wind carries well… as leaves
lay down into love.
to hold onto;
ask The Rose.
I can smell the
spicy freshness of Fall,
hovering above my lips…
before kissing the
pink of Summer goodbye.
in the love of Seasons.
We strip down,
when all the petals have blown;
the rest of our lives.
Ask The Rose
ask the bird that sits
at the side of our grave
eating the seeds of rose hips.
into the depths
of Spring, into
the Seasons of our lives;
our skin and bones.
that moves us along,