growing love

when sky was young
we danced on tender grass
when stars grew dim
we made love til sun brushed by

following shadows far into a new day

if you were here
I know just how you’d taste
if I were there
the trees would sing our song

bending to touch a love story

when we but listen
breezes carry our names
when we look again
all we are is spelled out in the ground

growing love in earth’s embrace

storm watch

rustle in the trees
dissonance grows with thunder
air gathering weight

flowers lay open
swirls of insects tell the time
waiting for the break

earth breathes and cries out
to be christened in the storm
flashes leading home

sun to moon we dance

eerily hollow the trees begin to sing
sway amid woods’ embrace
songs without words brush green and deep
held close in summer’s grace

echoes
whispers
carry light

parting
shadowed
dappled right

alighting softly on long forgotten moss
turn into caressing wind
join chanting of leaves’ rustling loss
spirit waits to begin

soaking in night

how strange the clouds
before a storm
as they remind me of horses
and crying eyes
how velvet a freshly fallen petal
soothes more than touch
to waiting lips
as memories flood
how damask night
flickers threads of gossamer hints
as secret animals chant
to heavens’ myths
how smooth the ice
as it numbs my breast
only to be fired
by your tongue

storm watch

rustle in the trees
dissonance grows with thunder
air gathering weight

flowers lay open
swirls of insects tell the time
waiting for the break

earth breathes and cries out
to be christened in the storm
flashes leading home

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