A rustling of winter
leaves, left at the
treetop, an oversight
a reminder of old blooms

The way sunset melted
into moonlight
and trees behaved
like can-can dancers

I was perfectly still
but night penetrated
my tender places
(oh abandoned nest!)

Music, stale and leftover
spread through moss
which made walking
feel like a waltz

psalm of barley

“gentle whale, full of grace,
let the hobbit toddle free…”

the holy roller scarecrow looked down
upon fallow fields
and called the crows to order

there was merriment amongst frogs
but the geese were pissed off, as usual

clouds folded into treetops
to be nearer the bearer
of green tidings

words of growth made worms wiggle
in a new way- like jitterbugging in mud

Uncle Fester giggled with his bees
and it looked like rain
in the next county

“I’m the middle finger,” I thought
as the landscape closed into a fist

Wrapped in light

I’d give you the jewels of Klimt
if I thought it would help
banish the blues
and I’d take the sweet, low sounds
the ground makes in early spring
to make you smile,
but all I can do
is be here, listening, watching
– too far to be any help
but so close by sheer will,
you’re here too,
our energy mixing like spilled light
and the pulse is electric,
soothing and pure.

Flowering Caricature

My gifts of tenderness
and vulnerability
are flawed
but there are moments
when the sidewalk
stops rolling
beneath my feet
and I’m real-
without anyone’s
of worth.
It’s fleeting, of course
as there are dues
to be paid
so I follow… as I do;
flowers will be ignored
whether I sing
or swallow the song inside me.

The Sitting

The portrait was flat, with dimensions
spreading thinly across the canvas.
Her breasts looked like a splayed palm,
with fingers and fist cursing gravity –
all in tones of blue.
Her face looked like a sucker punch.
But with a hint of twinkle, like the one
she must have had as a girl,
before the rancid whiff of regret
piled up in the corners of her mouth.
Her hair was a silver lining
and her grin was skeletal yet endearing.
He caught her looking just beyond him,
where the hills were green and the sun
was a perfect circle
and birds made the light dance in her eyes.
She waited for him to say, “I see you! I do!”