Season

 

House holds

its breath,

 

sighs out

the seasons

 

whisper of

lost memory

 

passing of the

centuries

 

like minutes.

 

Time holds

my hand

 

these kisses

that I knew

 

our love

so all consuming

 

has faded

to a smile

 

a passing

touch.

 

Yet spring is

in my haiir

 

the breeze

untangles

 

knots & hasps

it leaves us

 

open.

 

 

Narcissus hangs

heavy

 

filling room with

spring scent

 

the thought

of love.

 

Narcissus rang

again

 

talking always

of himself;

 

walked into

the mirror

 

of my eye

lodged there

 

unblinking.

 

Narcissus pink

feminine:

 

heavy petals

stroke the vase

 

promising to fall

as I might

 

under your

Narcissus thrall.

 

 

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Spring tiptoes

in this year

 

acid green puffs

through old

 

crushed copper.

 

I tend borrowed

soil: earth crumbles

 

sensate, stuck sticky

beneath nails.

 

All is new, perfect,

intrinsic life:

 

I stand erect

like cherry attending

 

bumbling bee.

 

Haunting the twilight

I walk a fine line

 

nostrils flaming.

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The sun woke me

today

 

warm across my pillow

lit the room, my eyes

 

opened to sky & spring

once more.

 

I couldn’t say goodbye

it wasn’t meant to be:

 

& now you’re gone

I have some letters

 

& my memories

to set me free.

 

As free as you are now

riding the wild blue thunder

 

ranting on the stroke

of midnight

 

stratospheric heights

denied

 

till now.

 

Power of now

 

 

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Subterranean tunnels

in my mind

 

I glide dream

neurons

 

greeting faces

left behind.

 

Long gone lovers

stare,

 

horses graze at gates,

I used to open:

 

pathways take

me deep to

 

powerless childhood,

I strain to breathe

 

fight battles that

I’ve never won:

 

until I wake to this,

crocus blooming

 

another spring

soft breeze promise

 

thaw:

 

& new beginning.

 

 

 

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Wind whips water

Hockney blue

 

white crests

surfers ride

 

sea horse:

 

sand tumbles

from beneath

 

& coral

throws itself

 

against my feet.

 

Wind fans

the heat

 

body brown

lithe follows

 

currents.

 

Isle like

a tea cup

 

in its saucer

of the sea

 

asks me to linger

under Tamarind tree

 

sleep in this cradle

always.

Earth

earth

 

Everywhere I go

the women form

 

a cradle………

 

holding hands

across this earth

 

mothers, sisters,

aunts & daughters

 

joined in fragile

strength

 

to bind us.

 

All the places

that I’ve been

 

it’s the women

I remember most

 

looking out

for me

 

nursing sickness

healing wounds

 

like the earth herself

mother to us all

 

enthroned in

solitary blue

 

like some

omnipresent jewel

 

spinning in wonder.