River View Cemetery
So many sittings
at graves
on wet grass.
A sprawling bush
where ashes
of a lover, a
brother, both
parents placed
under earth.
On wet grass—
so many sittings,
family tombstones,
grave markers,
a bush fed by ash,
wordlessly here
we sit
on wet grass….
A buttery slant
Of sunlight
Beckons.
Forgoing all manners,
Dawn’s beacon
Subtly unruly
Welcomes
Us truly.
the wind sings
like a stream
learning to dream
like unseen currents
of a river flowing
you bite your words
like teeth
and tongue
tasting truth
then suddenly
closing
October, Lake Superior
you fell as a leaf
onto the lake below.
you claimed you knew
what you could not know.
you surrounded your days
with words that glow.
you fell as a leaf
onto the lake below.
Blue Vase, Pink Flowers
The vase of roses
all at once
have turned
their crowd
of pink
faces towards
a buttery
slant of
sunlight,
smiling faintly
petals blinking
they’re glad
to be
waking up,
dwelling
within blue
space,
gathering
day’s tasks
together
here
and
nowhere
else.
Morning’s Hordes
There’s an epidemic
of poetry
invading
my house—
I’ve never
felt so well
protected
since inviting
these invaders
in.
roots deepen
in fidelity
to mystery
of longing
for water’s
unseen
belonging….