Winter Solstice
Ice blue mountains
Wind swept skies.
There are always these…
And you standing
silent as the sun
burning through
this day.
You are my sun
my heaven on earth.
You bring bright ribbons
handfuls of crystal
to fasten my hair.
Stay with me this
long evening. I will
hide in your arms away
from ice blue winds.
We will be warm together.
Nightscape
Fog horns sound though
air soaked in blackness.
All evening long listening
to hiss of trucks, cars.
Shadows brush across walls
as trees trace their branches.
Gathering and waving
together then swaying apart.
While I sleep, stars glide
through heaven making
their appointed rounds in
ancient sacred procession.
Dreams as smooth as rose
petals spill into my mind
growing wild patches in
this dark garden of night.
Rendezvous
That was the name of a paint
can from J&M Hardware.
With sweat lingering on her
face, she colored her room.
Tinted now like insides of
ripe plums, like perfect grapes.
When the sizzling lemon sun
dropped from heaven...night
became moist and black.
Her fan whirled thick air
stained with incense, coffee
turpentine, white wine.
She sank into her wicker couch
as fog horns trail the horizon.
Lotus screech relentlessly for water
always wanting more more more water.
Closing her eyes, remembering him
now tasting the feast of his smile.
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