the fabric of a Sunday night in Seattle
the rain comes
in torrents
ravaging the sky
pressing hard
into the earth
aching, turgid clouds
release as
I drift off
in the arms of
the Beloved
mind quiet
heart peaceful
body spent
i have a thousand ways i want to distract you close your eyes and breathe in this luscious strawberry before i put it on your tongue sit with me fully clothed my head in your lap your fingers on my cheek and tell me your stories or bring your weary head (so filled with thinking)…
winter arrived with a song (and a roar!) the turning wheel brought new light (and lusciousness) hearts drawn on steamed windows (with music and delight) like a dervish, i whirl! like a primrose, I open! the honeysuckle is a tangle of naked branches (summer, a distant memory)