Soft gray clouds unwind.
Fresh, cool pillows giving way
to warm, wine-stained lips
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Soft gray clouds unwind.
Fresh, cool pillows giving way
to warm, wine-stained lips
Carrots formed from mud
hurled across tree branch bridges
four laughing vines twirl
Robin and nuthatch
Begin the ceremony
Bend to the Crow Queen
always a liar
or perhaps, unfolds the truth
beyond time’s logic
Buried stories rise
Between red dirt and rich soil
Weeping ravaged runes
I cannot explain
Beyond five worldly senses
But through poetry.
The dive in darkness
A brisk laugh rings out to me
Frigid sea waters
Sorrow overflows.
I collect it in a bowl
Burn it with music.
I tell our stories.
The strength of love watches
Monsters fade to clouds.
A Burning Candle
Waxes Uninterrupted
Consuming Its Wick
Wheels carry freedom.
Tiny galaxies circle
Concrete cul de sacs.
Four bags stretch, give way.
Apples waterfall down to
Unforgiving earth.
Humble, sacred space
rests simple, clean, and open
Inviting muses
rock, paper, scissors
across the dinner table
laugh beats everything
The old crows return
Gifting us midnight feathers
Wisdom rides the wind.
See a small woman.
She suffers giants and holds
Our ancient fires
The pull of beyond
A quiet bliss uncovered
Fears become weightless
Infinity’s edge
stretches my voice echoless
silence brings calm hope.
Blue-cold winter nights
Undress me slow, slow. I fear
Air’s chill and my own.
Top of the food chain.
Sharks sleep swim in open seas.
Rest evolution.