Tuesday, July 21, 2015

years of desire

in the dark of your mouth
where the words come
up to tell me
Hold very still
Show me
how good you can be

Thursday, June 4, 2015

sap rising

cottonwood comes slowly
to green
first the buds
swell beaded with golden
healing resin
then catkins
bursting tassles of femme
and parades of gay
then the leaves
bright lime unfolding
lace fans of vitality into a waxy deep green
that reflects sun on shimmering rivers
then the hearts rustle the hustle of being alive
a money tree shakes with stars

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

the balm

is in the foggy river valley
the budding cottonwoods 
teeming with bird song
the train rolling through