you
maker of memories
complicated
and wild
flinging your heart
wide
and open
force of nature
tender
and raw
full of smiles
wisdom
and charm
(you)
maker of memories
complicated
and wild
flinging your heart
wide
and open
force of nature
tender
and raw
full of smiles
wisdom
and charm
(you)
I walked quietly through the gate and happened upon a mourning dove Alas, I scared her away She, wild creature waited warily but patiently until it was safe to return I, keeping my distance, wanting her to know I meant no harm and return she did!
our eyes met for a moment, we fell deeply in– today i am aflutter.
reading her my poetry about a man with a swagger ‘neath red flame chandeliers (and comparing notes) circular narratives about life and gypsies and making sense of men (and ourselves) a text to her lover in a moment of mischief fueled with red wine (and some flirting) “I think she’s trying to get me drunk,”…
Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move. Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down…
awash in perfect snowflakes they rode together enjoying the adventure
“I know the way you can get When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadness And call an important…