Sunday, November 18, 2018


       Listen….

Evening opens then falls

soft as rosebushes
into the scent of dawn

where everything gleams

like seed of pearl
once hidden,

found now by divers
on her silken skin

while she quietly sleeps,

like stars at midnight

and winds of tomorrow

rustling oak leaves,
burdock and sage,

she longs for mystery

for holding, safety
and leaping,

yes, she shimmers

she glistens,

pleases
displaces,

all the while teaching

remember to rest
into listening….

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