A leaf, still falling, dances to the sound of wind rustling its edges
A place to gather words before they get lost.
A leaf, still falling, dances to the sound of wind rustling its edges
Bask in fading light - the way shadows dance at night in quiet moonlight
Listening again - the piano plays the pain; cold November rain
Sleep beneath the ground in a blanket of darkness, you nightshade tuber
Nimble little legs scurrying along the sand, chasing ocean waves
Night sky's cubes of ice - stars falling in jars of dreams, intermittently
for Algot
Ice cubes, now melting, chill the provisions we bring into these deep woods
Paw a patch, then play, cat, that small Valerian sends forth feline love
Deep within the hedge, quail quiver under cover; then fly, in flutter
Covered with clover, the field's as green as a sea, buzzing sharp with bees