West coast winter soak —green overnight, pastures bloom rainbows wrap gray skies ~Second year, countingnew traditions become old Christmas lobsters slap ~Lightstrung pine star crowned,silver baubles bounce and sway ~ merry melodies
beauty
Luna
Our golden saucerchipped then smoothed, behind bare limbsshe glows radiant.Rising while we turnon the high arc of angels,she rides royal blue.Sweet freshwater pearl,brilliant from irritant ~you float through darkness.
found in translation
In a language neither of us speak we try to articulate the delays and dreams our hearts endure, translating the ineffableelation that coaxed usinto each other’s arms.The improbability of our unionbinds us to the possibility of some forever.
daylong feast
You ever smelled air so thickwith pancakes, you dreamt of maple syrup rain?The morning buzz of a warm wintersettles into my cup asleaves crunch atop hot buttered streets —the day paved for champions.Translucent pink cloudssizzle over the setting sun,plated on a pastel sky.A sweet surprise afterthe daylong feast:a gibbous, soon full.
in time
Wayward and forwardnever backwardwe fall into the arms of who we are,always becomingmore brilliantly our own ~unique as the yellow biloba and tenacious as those who clung to and cultivatedthe ginkgo’s roots,nearly receded into extinction butwith us today, growing.
locomotion
The rail a spine, each vertebrae a station ~people as pulses of the system, nervous and sympathetic — the lifeblood of a country.Another leafless landscapeAnother rippling river, swollen purple and brown Another farm of factories: silver emits white becomes blueAnother train of cargo and chemicals carrying the weight of industry ~ resources to be reimagined … Continue reading locomotion
deciduously
Yellow ginkgo leaves cling to branches as they bid farewell to the life in their limbs extended to the heavens and out, rooted and reaching for their neighbors. The separation layer holds them together until the freeze snaps time into place, and we fall. To do what daunts humbly, to hold what happens softly, to … Continue reading deciduously
coastward
Eyes alight before the dawn, from wheels to wings — again I’m gone. Across the country, delayed but undaunted, arriving optimistic and severely exhausted — I sink sweetly into sea glass and brawn.
quite quiet
Howling at the half moonas Orion hangs abovethe mountain silhouette, coyotes converge.The star-splattered skypeels eyes up and unshadowed to make patterns of distant suns.Highway hums and powerlineswash the white noiseof a country night.
gratitude swells
Cleansed and covered overhead by waves of wonderunder cold summer skies;the Pacific pacifies wavering hearts.Gratitude for the wild seasliving within us andsummoning us together ~tides coincide on the foam lined shore. Thank you for reading! Forever grateful for the time you spend here.
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